...see That make ths miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae suu to sun; Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely...thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said...

...Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, iaBt night The dance gaed through the lighted ha', went To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said amang...

...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morison. 0 Mary, at th.y window be, Yestreen when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',...

...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor: How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. 41 Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance. gaed through the lighted ha', To thee...

...smiles and glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took...

...me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stonre, A weary slave frue sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string. The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my...

...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor: How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed, and said amang them a", ' Ye are na Mary Morison.'...

...smiles and glances let me see That make the miser's treasure poor : How blythely wad I bide the stoure, A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward...neither heard nor saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', ' Ye are na Mary Morison....

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor; How blithely wad I bide the stoure, A wear}' slave frae sun to sun ; Could I the rich reward secure,...Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Though this...

...glances let me see, That make the miser's treasure poor : How blithely wad I bide the stoure, dust A weary slave frae sun to sun, Could I the rich reward secure, The lovely Mary Morrison. Yestreen when to the trembling string, The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my...