Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Mary Halliday
By Allan Cunningham (1784–1842)B
Turn again, I call you;
If you leave your father’s ha’
Sorrow will befall you;
The cushat, hark, a tale of woe
Is to its true love telling,
And Annan stream in drowning wrath
Is through the greenwood swelling.
Born to be a lady,
Upon the Annan’s woody side
Thy saddled steed stands ready;
For thy haughty kinsman’s threats
Will thy true faith falter?
The bridal banquet ’s ready made,
The priest stands by the altar.
Turn again, I tell you;
For wit and grace and loveliness,
What maiden can excel you?
Though Annan has its beauteous dames,
And Corrie mony a fair one,
We canna spare thee frae our sight,
Thou lovely and thou rare one.
When the cittern ’s sounding
We ’ll miss the music of thy foot
Amang the blythe lads bounding,—
The summer sun will freeze our blood,
The winter moon will warm us,
Ere the like o’ thee will come again
To cheer us and to charm us.