Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,
Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,
Ho ro ro maiden,
For she’s the maid for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her eye so softly beaming,
Her look so frank and free,
In waking or in dreaming,
Is evermore with me.
O Mary, mild-eyed Mary,
By land or on the sea,
Though time or tide may vary
My heart beats true for thee.
And when winters over
And bright summer comes again,
I’ll fetch my nut-brown maiden
Down from the bonnie glen.
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Chorus Ho ro my nut-brown maiden,Hee ree my nut-brown maiden,Ho ro ro maiden,For she’s the maid for me. Her eye so softly beaming,Her look so frank and free,In waking or in dreaming,Is evermore with me. O Mary, mild-eyed Mary,By land or on the sea,Though time or tide may varyMy heart beats true for thee. And … <\/p>\n