...secure, The lovely Mary Mori son. 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 or saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said...

...gaed thro' the lighted ha ? To thee my fancy look its 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." '' Wandering Willie," can reach every heart...

...the other is as follows. " Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my Fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw. Tho' this was fair, and that was bra', And yon the toast of a' the town, I sighed and said among them...

...MAY MORISON enters singing. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha, To thee my fancy took its wing : I sat, but neither heard nor saw. (.Dresses her.) Eh ! help me, madam, you 've a martial look ; The bonnet fits you rarely — the sword,...

...secure, The 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 or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was br . And you the toast of a' the towv O Mary, canst thou...

...trembling string The dance gacd through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, hut neither heard nor saw: Though 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. O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for...

...secure, The 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 or saw : Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, ami said...

...The lovely Mary Morison. Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed through the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard or saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd, and said...

...secure, The lovely Mary Morison ! Yestreen, when to the stented string The dance gaed through the lichtit ha', To thee my fancy took its wing — I sat, but...this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast o' a' the town, I sigh'd, and said amang them a', Ye are na Mary Morison. O, Mary, canst thou wreck...

...fancy. Robertson's History of Scotland. To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither beard or saw : Though this was fair, and that was braw. And yon the toast of a* the town. Burnt. That a people beset with such real and imaginary bugbears, should fancy themselves dreaming,...