Mary of Carrick

Mary of Carrick has gone away From our pleasant places, down to the sea, She has put a loss on our mountain gray, She has drained the joy from the heart o' me, Mary a-stor, Mary a-stor, Black hair, black eyes, I am grieving sore! Mary of Carrick is small and sweet– My Share of the World, how sweet were you Tripping along on little bare feet With your milking-pails through the rainbow dew? Mary a-stor, Mary a-stor, The sun was a shadow with you to the fore! Mary of Carrick gave only a smile– No word of comfort for words I spake, But since she left me, this weary while, My heart is learning the way to break, Mary a-stor, Mary a-stor, Quick is my learning–and bitter the lore! Mary of Carrick, 'tis you I must follow, For where you are 'tis there I must be– On mountain gray, or in heathery hollow, Or where the salt wind blows from the sea. Mary a-stor, Mary a-stor, When I find I shall bind you. nor lose evermore!