| Lyrics: | WALY, WALY
O, waly waly up the bank
And waly, waly down the brae,
And waly waly
yon burnside
Where I and my love wont to gae!
I leaned my back unto an aik
And thocht
it was a trusty tree
But first it bow'd and then it brak
Sae my true love did lichtlie
me.
O waly, waly but love be bonnie
A little time while it is new,
But when
it's auld it waxes cauld
And fades away like morning dew.
O, wherefore should I busk my
heid,
Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
For my true-love has me forsook,
And says
he'll never love me mair.
Now Arthur's seat shall be my bed,
The sheets shall ne'er be
pressed by me,
St. Anton's Well shall be my drink,
Since my true-love has forsaken
me.
Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw,
And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
O
gentle death when wilt thou come?
For of my life I am wearie.
'Tis not the frost
that freezes fell,
Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie;
'Tis not sic cauld that mak's me
cry,
But my love's heart's grown cauld to me.
Whm we came in by Glasgow toun,
We were
a comely sicht to see;
My love was clad in the black velvet,
And I mysel' in
cramasie.
But had I wist before I kiss't
That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd
lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.
Oh, oh, if my young
babe were born,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel' were dead and gone,
And
the green grass growin' ower me!
From Songs and Dances of Scotland, Thomson
@love
@bastard @Scots
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