Song: Mary Appleby

Mary Appleby

1

I look upon the hedge row flower
I gaze upon the hedge-row tree
I walk alone the silent hour
And think of Mary Appleby
I see her in the brimming streams
I see her in the blooming hour
I hear her in the summer dreams
Of singing bird, and blooming flower

2

For Mary is the dearest bird
And Mary is the sweetest flower
That in spring bush was ever heard
That ever bloomed on bank or bower
O bonny Mary Appleby
The sun did never sweeter shine
Than when in youth I courted thee
And dreaming fancied you'd be mine

3

The lark above the meadow sings
Wood pigeons coo in ivied trees
The butterflies on painted wings
Dance gaily with the meadow bees
All nature is in happy mood
The sueing breeze is blowing free
And o'er the field and by the wood
I think of Mary Appleby

4

O bonny Mary Appleby
My once dear Mary Appleby
A crown of gold thy own should be
My handsome Mary Appleby
Thy face is like the summer rose
Its maiden bloom was all divine
And more than all the world bestows
I'd give had Mary e'er been mine
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