Thou art gane awa'

Thou'rt gane awa', thou'rt gane awa',

Thou'rt gane awa' frae me, Mary;

Nor friends nor I could make thee stay,

Thou'st cheated them and me, Mary.

Until this hour I never thought

That aught could alter thee, Mary;

Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,

Think what you will of me, Mary.

Though you've been false, yet, while I live,

I'll loe nae maid but thee, Mary;

Let friends forget, as I forgive,

Thy wrongs to them and me, Mary.

So then, farewell! of this be sure,

Since you've been false to me, Mary;

For all the world I'd not endure

Half what I've done for thee, Mary.