Mary Morison

Original Text: 
The Works of Robert Burns, ed. James Currie (Liverpool: J. M'Creery; and Edinburgh: W. Creech, 1800), vol. IV. D-10/7273 Fisher Library.
1O Mary, at thy window be,
3Those smiles and glances let me see,
4      That makes the miser's treasure poor:
6      A weary slave frae sun to sun,
7Could I the rich reward secure,
8      The lovely Mary Morison.
9Yestreen when to the trembling string
11To thee my fancy took its wing,
12      I sat, but neither heard nor saw:
14      And yon the toast of a' the town,
15I sigh'd, and said amang them a',
16      "Ye are na Mary Morison."
17O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
18      Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
19Or canst thou break that heart of his,
20      Whase only faut is loving thee?
21If love for love thou wilt na gie
22      At least be pity to me shown:
23A thought ungentle canna be
24      The thought o' Mary Morison.


2] trysted hour: appointed hour. Back to Line
5] bide the stoure: bear the hardship. Back to Line
10] ha': hall. Back to Line
13] braw: gaily dressed. Back to Line
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
G. G. Falle
RPO Edition: 
3RP 2.299.