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highnd ary

tune—“kathere ogie”

ye banks, and braes, and streas around

the castle o&039; ontgory!

green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

your waters never drulie:

there sir first unfauld her robes,

and there the nst tarry;

for there i took the st farewell

o&039; y sweet highnd ary

how sweetly bloo&039;d the gay, green birk,

how rich the hawthorn&039;s blos,

as underneath their fragrant shade,

i csp&039;d her to y bo!

the golden hours on anl gs,

flew o&039;er and y dearie;

for dear to , as light and life,

was y sweet highnd ary

wi&039; ony a vow, and lock&039;d ebrace,

our partg was fu&039; tender;

and, pledgg aft to et aga,

we tore oursels asunder;

but oh! fell death&039;s untily frost,

that nipt y flower sae early!

now green&039;s the d, and cauld&039;s the cy

that wraps y highnd ary!

o pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

i aft hae kiss&039;d sae fondly!

and clos&039;d for aye, the sparklg gnce

that dwalt on sae kdly!

and oulderg now silent dt,

that heart that lo&039;ed dearly!

but still with y bo&039;s re

shall live y highnd ary