The castle o' Montgomery
Green be your woods and fair your flowers
Your waters never drumlie！
There simmer first unfauld her robes
And there the langest tarry；
For there I took the last fareweel
O' my sweet Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk
How rich the hawthorn's blossom
As underneath their fragrant shade
I clasp'd her to my bosom！
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie；
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace
Our parting was fu' tender；
And pledging aft to meet again
We tore oursels asunder；
But oh！ fell Death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early！
Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay
That wraps my Highland Mary！
O pale pale now those rosy lips
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly！
And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance
That dwelt on me sae kindly！
And mouldering now in silent dust
That heart that lo'ed me dearly！
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary.