The Mariner

Allan Cunningham

1784 to 1842

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Ye winds, which sweep the grove's green tops, 
And kiss the mountains hoar, 
O softly stir the ocean-waves 
Which sleep along the shore! 
For my love sails the fairest ship 
That wantons on the sea; 
O bend his masts with pleasant gales, 
And waft him hame to me. 

O leave nae mair the bonnie glen, 
Clear stream, and hawthorn grove. 
Where first we walk'd in gloaming gray, 
And sigh'd and look'd of love; 
For faithless is the ocean wave, 
And faithless is the wind: 
Then leave nae mair my heart to break 
'Mang Scotland's hills behind.