From: Highland Mary by Robert Burns

- But Oh, fell death's untimely frost
That nipt my flower sae early!
Now green's the sod and cauld's the clay
That wraps my Highland Mary.

Oh pale pale now those rosy lips
I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance
That dwalt on me sae kindly!
And mouldering noo in silent dust
The heart that loo'd me dearly!
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary