“Oh! Mary, Mary, my Mary, oh!
You looked so bonny then.
Will you no give me your little hand,
The sweetest hand I ken?”
“Oh! I will give you my little hand,
I'm sweir to say you no,
Oh! I'll now give you my hands both
My friendship for to show.”
“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lassie dear,
The tears stand in these eyne.
Will you no give me a kind word
For the sake of old lang syne?”
“Oh! I will give you a kind word
Tho’ I have little skill,
For the time that we were children
And played upon the hill.”
“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lass o’ gold,
Will you no give me a kiss?
My heart, I think, is like to break
If you refuse me this.”
“Alas! and if I must refuse
You will not think me bad.
That your heart should break for my sake,
In truth it makes me sad.”
“Oh! Mary, Mary, my lassie oh!
I will be true as steel.
Will you no give me your promised word
For the love that I do feel?”
“Indeed — indeed — I like you well
Aye, better than my brother,
But I canna give you my promised word
For — I must wait for another.”