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Caprice - Mary Morison
O Mary at thy window be
It is the wish'd the trysted hour
Those 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 lovely lovely lovely Mary Morison
Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha'
To thee my fancy took its wing
I sat but neither heard nor saw:
Tho' this was fair and that was braw
And yon the toast of a' the town
I sigh'd and sang amang them a'
'Ye are lovely lovely lovely lovely Mary Morison'
Mary at thy window be
It is the wish'd the trysted hour
Those 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 lovely lovely
lovely Mary Morison
lovely lovely lovely lovely lovely
lovely lovely lovely Mary Morison