Robert Burns

“ They have torn his poor flesh, and the now strip another—
⁠‘Tis Conner, the friend of poor Mary le More.
“Though his locks were as white as the foam of the ocean,
Those wretches shall find that that my father is brave.
My father she cried, with the wildest emotion,
⁠“Ah, no! my poor father now' sleeps in the grave.
The have tolled his death bell, they have laid the turf o'er him.
His white locks were bloody, no aid could restore him;
He is gone! he is gone! and the good will deplore him,
⁠When the blue waves of Erin hide Mary le More.” ”

“ We'll dance and sing and rejoice, man,
And mony thanks to the muckle black de'il,
That danced awa’ wi’ the Exciseman.
There’s threesome reels, and foursome reels,
There’s hornpipes and strathspeys, man. ”

“ Whase only faut is loving thee ?
If love for love thou wilt on gie.
at least ha pity to me shown;
A thought ungentle canna be,
The thought o' Mary Morison.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”