Sae luvin, sae movin, I'll tell her my story, Whaur wide-spreading hawthorns sae ancient and hoary WINSOME MARY GRIEVE, OR THE WELLS O' WEARIE. (AIR: BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLIE). WEETLY shines the sun, on auld Edinbro' town, SWEE And mak's her look young and cheerie; Yet I maun awa' to spend the afternoon At the lonesome Wells o' Wearie. And you maun gang wi' me, my winsome Mary Grieve, There's naught in the world to fear ye; For I ha'e asked your mither, an' she has gi'en ye leave To gang to the Wells o' Wearie. Oh, the sun winna blink in thy bonnie blue een, But Mary, my luve, beware ye dinna glower, At your form, in the water so clearly; Or the Fairy will change you into a wee, wee flower. Yestreen as I wander'd there a' alane, I felt unco douf and drearie, For wanting my Mary a' aroun' me was but pain, At the lanesome Wells o' Wearie. Let fortune or fame, their minions deceive, True glory and wealth are mine wi' Mary Grieve, Then gang wi' me, my bonnie Mary Grieve, For I ha'e asked your mither and she has gi'en ye leave, "A MARY AND THE FARIES. ND where have you been, my Mary, And where have you been from me?" "I've been to the top of the Caldon-Low, The Midsummer night to see." "And what did you see my Mary, All up on the Caldon-Low?" "I saw the blithe sunshine come down, And I saw the merry winds blow." "And what did you hear my Mary, All up on the Caldon-Hill?" "I heard the drops of the water made, And the green corn ears to fill.” "Oh tell me all my Mary All, all that ever you know: For you must have seen the faries, Then listen close to me mother, And merry was the glee of the harp-strings, But oh! the sound of their talking was- "And what were the words my Mary, That did hear them say?" you "I'll tell you all my mother But let me have my way. And some they played with the water, For there has been no water Ever since the first of May: Oh! the miller, how he will laugh, And some they seized the little winds, And each put a horn into his mouth, "And there," said they, "the merry winds go, Away from every horn: And those shall clear the mildew dank, And some they brought the brown lintseed, And then up spoke a merry Brownie, I've spun a piece of hempen cloth,- A fair fine sheet for Mary's bed, And with that I could not help but laugh, And all on the top of the Caldon-Low, And nothing I saw but the mossy stones |