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inhabitants in this part of Scotland, and a most 

 beautiful thing in itself, we shall take the liberty of 

 here transcribing it : 



MARY'S DREAM. 



The lovely moon had climb' d the hill, 



Where eagle's big aboon the Dee, 

 And, like the looks of a lovely dame, 



Brought joy to everybody's ee. 

 A' but sweet Mary deep in sleep, 



Her thoughts on Sandy far at sea ; 

 A voice drapt saftly on her ear 



" Sweet Mary, weep nae mair for me !" 



She lifted up her wakening een, 



To see from whence the sound might be, 

 And there she saw young Sandy stand, 



Pale, bending on her hollow ee. 

 " 0, Mary, dear, lament nae mair ! 



I'm in death's thraws aneath the sea ; 

 Thy weeping makes me sad in bliss, 



Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me ! 



" The wind slept when we left the bay, 



But soon it waked and raised the main, 

 And God he bore us down the deep, 



Wha strave wi' him, but strave in vain. 

 He stretch' d his arm and took me up, 



Tho' laith I was to gane but thee : 

 I look frae heaven aboon the storm, 



Sae, Mary, weep nae mair for me ! 



" Take aff thae bride-sheets frae thy bed, 



Which thou hast faulded down for me 

 Unrobe thee of thy earthly stole 

 1*11 meet in heaven aboon wi' thee !" 



