by: Scott, Daniel
Source: Highland Mary – Thomas Faed
Mary, greetin fur her lad, her luve
Steepin her feet in the burn, waitin
Fur her luve even though isnae gaun tae come
He is in London, wirkin
Sae that they can hae a guid life.
Her een's wattery
She kens she's gaun tae dee
Afore he comes back, afore she gets mairriet
Her reid, yalla an broon claes
She kens if she stays here ony langer
She'd catch her death
Bit yet she's glued tae the spot
Waitin, waitin fur her luve.