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| DOUN fair Dalmeny’s rosy dells | |
| Sweet Mary wandered, sad an’ wae; | |
| The sunlicht faded owre the lea, | |
| An’ cheerless fell the simmer day. | |
| The warblin’ mavis sang nae mair, | 5 |
| As aft she sighed, in heavy sorrow: | |
| “O, lanely, lanely lies my luve; | |
| An’ cauld ’s the nicht that brings nae morrow!” | |
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| “By yonder hoary castle wa’, | |
| Where murmurs deep the dark blue sea, | 10 |
| I wearied sair the langsome nicht, | |
| Till tears bedimmed my sleepless ee. | |
| The boat gaed down by Cramond’s isle,— | |
| O, weary fa’ that nicht o’ sorrow! | |
| For lanely, lanely lies my luve; | 15 |
| An’ cauld ’s the nicht that brings nae morrow!” | |
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| “O foaming waves, that took my luve,— | |
| My ain true-luve, beyond compare! | |
| O, will I see his winsome form, | |
| An’ hear his dear lo’ed voice nae mair?” | 20 |
| Fu’ deep the snaw-white surges moaned: | |
| “O, sair ’s the burden o’ thy sorrow; | |
| For lanely, lanely lies thy luve; | |
| An’ cauld ’s the nicht that brings nae morrow!” | |
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| She wandered weary by the shore, | 25 |
| An’ murmured aft his name sae dear; | |
| Till owre Dalmeny’s dewy dells | |
| The silver moon shone sweet an’ clear. | |
| An’ saft the tremblin’ breezes sighed, | |
| As far she strayed, in hopeless sorrow: | 30 |
| “O, lanely, lanely lies thy luve; | |
| An’ cauld ’s the nicht that brings nae morrow!” | |
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