文本歌词

25 Scottish Songs, Op.108 - No.17 O Mary, at thy window be (R. Burns) - Christopher Maltman/Elizabeth Layton/Ursula Smith/Malcolm Martineau
Composed by：Ludwig van Beethoven
O Mary at thy window be
It is the wish'd the trysted hour
Those smiles and glances let me see
That makes the miser's treasure poor
How blythely wad I bide the stour
A weary slave frae sun to sun
Could I the rich reward secure
The lovely Mary Morison
Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha
To thee my fancy took it's wing
I sat but neither heard or saw
Tho' this was fair and that was braw
And yon the toast of a'the town
I sigh'd and said amang them a
'Ye are na Mary Morison
Oh Mary canst thou wreck his peace
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die
Or canst thou break that heart of his
Whase only faut is loving thee
If love for love thou wilt na gie
At least be pity to me shown
A thought ungentle canna be
The thought o Mary Morison