The Book of Scottish Song/Henry

Henry.

[James Stirrat of Dairy, Ayrshire.—Air, "Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch."—Here printed for the first time.]

⁠Can my dearest Henry leave me?
⁠Why, ah! why would he deceive me?
⁠Whence this cold and cruel change,
⁠That bids him thus forsake and grieve me?

Can he the hours of love forget,
⁠The stolen hours I'll mind for ever,
When doun the burn we fondly met,
⁠And aften vow'd we ne'er should sever?
⁠Will my Henry then deceive me?
⁠Faithless laddie! can he leave me?
⁠Ne'er till now did fancy dream,
⁠My dearest laddie sae would grieve me.

And will he then me aye forsake?
⁠Must I for ever, ever lose him?
And can he leave this heart to break,
⁠That swells and bursts within my bosom?
⁠Never, Henry, could I leave thee,
⁠Never could this heart deceive thee;
⁠Why then, laddie, me forsake,
⁠And sae wi' cruel absence grieve me?

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