Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

Joy of My Earliest Days

 Air — "One day I heard Mary sing."

Joy of my earliest days,
Why must I grieve thee?
Theme of my fondest lays,
Mary, I maun leave thee!
Leave thee, love, leave thee!
How shall I leave thee?
Now absence thy truth will prove,
For oh! I maun leave thee!

Think aft on the time that's gane,
When twa happy bairnies,
We played at penny stane
Amang the green fairnies.
Cauld an' hot, ear' an' late,
There we forgather'd;
Where yows wander'd on the knowes
And Hawkie was tether'd.

When on yon mossy stane,
Wild weeds o'er growin',
Ye sit at e'en your waefu' lane,
Oh! think on this partin' hour,
Down by the Garry,
And to Him that has the pow'r
Commend me, my Mary!

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