Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Tay, <br />Whaur me and my Mary oft did stray; <br />But noo she is dead and gone far away, <br />Sae I maun mourn for lovely Mary, the Maid o' the Tay, <br /> <br />The first time I met her 'twas in the month of May, <br />And the sun was shining bricht on the Silvery Tay; <br />I asked her name and she modestly did say, <br />"Some fouks ca's me lovely Mary, the Maid o' the Tay." <br /> <br />Oh, charming Mary o' the Tay, <br />Queen o' my soul by nicht and day; <br />But noo thou'rt gane and left me here <br />To weep for you, sweet Mary dear. <br /> <br />Oh, bonnie Mary o' the Tay, <br />Joy o' my heart and Queen o' May; <br />With thee I aye felt happy and gay <br />While rambling with thee on the banks o' the Tay. <br /> <br />Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Tay, <br />With my Mary ye seemed ever gay; <br />But noo ye seem baith dark and drear, <br />For my puir heart ye canna cheer. <br /> <br />My Mary was handsome and fair to be seen, <br />She bad bonnie fair hair and twa blue een; <br />And she was, aye happy while we carelessly did stray <br />Alang the banks o' the Silvery Tay. <br /> <br />Oh, Mary dear, I mourn thy loss, <br />To me the world seems nought but dross; <br />Sae I maun mourn baith nicht and day <br />For my lovely Mary, the Maid o' the Tay.<br /><br />William Topaz McGonagall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mary-the-maid-o-the-tay/
