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O waly waly, but love be bonny
A little time while it is new;
But when ’tis auld, it waxeth cauld
And fades awa’ like morning dew.
O wherefore should I busk my head?
Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
For my true Love has me forsook,
And says he’ll never loe me mair.

Now Arthur-seat sail be my bed;
The sheets shall ne’er be prest by me:
Saint Anton’s well sail be my drink,
Since my true Love has forsaken me.
Marti’mas 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 wearíe.

’Tis not the frost, that freezes fell,
Nor blawing snaw’s inclemencie;
’Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry.
But my Love’s heart grown cauld to me.
When we came in by Glasgow town
We were a comely sight to see;
My Love was clad in the black velvét,
And I mysell in cramasie.

But had I wist, before I kist,
That love had been sae ill to win;
I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd
And pinn’d it with a siller pin.
And, O! if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurse’s knee,
And I mysell were dead and gane,
And the green grass growing over me!
Anon.