Mary Morrison By Robert Burns-Frederick Worlock

[ti:Mary Morrison] [ar:Frederick Worlock] [al:Poetry of Robert Burns] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Mary Morrison By Robert Burns - Frederick Worlock [00:00.70]Oh Mary at thy window be [00:03.06] [00:04.06]It is the wish the trysted hour [00:06.46] [00:07.92]These smiles and glances let me see [00:10.58] [00:11.12]What makes the miser's treasure poor [00:13.28] [00:14.92]Blythely would I bide the stour [00:17.96]A weary slave frae sun tae sun [00:20.73] [00:21.85]Could I the rich reward secure [00:24.66] [00:25.66]The lovely Mary Morrison [00:27.80] [00:29.36]Yestreen when tae the tremblin' string [00:32.79]The dance gaed through the painted ha' [00:35.14] [00:35.88]To thee my fancy took it's wing [00:38.36] [00:39.30]I sat but neither heard nor saw [00:42.07] [00:44.47]Tho' this was fair and that was braw [00:47.66]And yon the toast o' a' the toon [00:50.08] [00:50.90]I sighed and said amang them a' [00:54.08]Ye arenae Mary Morrison [00:56.55] [00:58.40]Oh Mary wouldst thou wreck his peace [01:01.53] [01:02.08]Who for thy sake would gladly die [01:04.52] [01:05.63]Or wouldst thou break that heart o' his [01:08.59]Wha's only faut was lovin' thee [01:11.16] [01:12.59]If love for love thou wiltnae gie [01:15.26] [01:15.93]At least be pity to me shown [01:18.33] [01:19.89]A thocht ungentle cannae be [01:22.26] [01:22.84]The thocht o' Mary Morrison