Weel I lo'e Mary
F. Scott
There lives a young lassie
Far down yon lang glen;
How I lo'e that lassie
There's nae ane can ken!
O! a saint's faith may vary.
But faithful I'll be;
For weel I lo'e Mary,
An' Mary lo'es me.
Red, red as the rowan
Her smiling wee mou';
An' white as the gowan
Her breast and her brow!
Wi' a foot o' a fairy
She links o'er the lea;
O! weel I lo'e Mary,
An' Mary lo'es me.
She sings sweet as onie
Wee bird of the air,
And she's blithe as she's bonnie.
She's guid as she's fair;
Like a lammie sae airy
And artless is she,
O! weel I lo'e Mary,
And Mary lo'es me!
Where yon tall forest timmer,
An' lowly broom bower,
To the sunshine o' simmer
Spread verdure an' flower;
There, when night clouds the cary,
Beside her I'll be;
For weel I lo'e Mary,
And Mary lo'es me.