The Music Of Scotland |
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Horo, My Nut Brown Maiden |
Horo, my nut brown maiden Hiri, my nut brown maiden Horo, ro maiden For she's the maid for me. Chorus Her eye so mildly beaming Her look so frank and free In waking and in dreaming Is evermore with me. Oh Mary, mild-eyed Mary By land or on the sea Though time and tide may vary My heart beats true to thee. With thy fair face before me How sweetly flew the hour When all thy beauty o'er me Came streaming in its power. The face with kindness glowing The face that hides no guile The light grace of thy going The witchcraft of thy smile. And when with blossoms laden Bright summer comes again I'll fetch my nut brown maiden Down from the bonny glen. |