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| SWEETLY shines the sun on auld Edinbro’ toun, | |
| And mak’s her look young and cheerie; | |
| Yet I maun awa’ to spend the afternoon | |
| At the lanesome Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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| And you maun gang wi’ me, my winsome Mary Grieve, | 5 |
| There ’s naught in the world to fear ye; | |
| For I ha’e asked your minnie, and she has gi’en ye leave | |
| To gang to the Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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| O, the sun winna blink in thy bonnie blue een, | |
| Nor tinge the white brow o’ my dearie; | 10 |
| For I ’ll shade a bower wi’ rashes lang and green | |
| By the lanesome Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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| But, Mary, my love, beware ye dinna glower | |
| At your form in the water so clearly, | |
| Or the fairy will change you into a wee, wee flower, | 15 |
| And you ’ll grow by the Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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| Yestreen as I wandered there a’ alane, | |
| I felt unco douf and drearie, | |
| For wanting my Mary, a’ around me was but pain | |
| At the lanesome Wells o’ Wearie. | 20 |
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| Let fortune or fame their minions deceive, | |
| Let fate look gruesome and eerie; | |
| True glory and wealth are mine wi’ Mary Grieve, | |
| When we meet by the Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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| Then gang wi’ me, my bonnie Mary Grieve, | 25 |
| Nae danger will daur to come near ye; | |
| For I ha’e asked your minnie, and she has gi’en ye leave | |
| To gang to the Wells o’ Wearie. | |
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