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Andrew Lang - Waly, Waly
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O waly, waly, up the bank,
O waly, waly, down the brae.
And waly, waly, yon burn side,
Where I and my love wont to gae.
I leaned my back unto an aik,
An` thocht it was a trustie tree,
But first it bow`d and syne it brak,
Sae my true love did lichtly me.

O waly, waly, but love is 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 head,
O 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 off 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 makes me cry,
But my love`s heart`s grown cauld to me.
When 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 kist
That love had been sae ill to win,
I`d locked my heart in a case of gold,
And pinned it wi` a siller pin.
Oh, oh! if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurse`s knee;
And I myself were dead and gane,
And the green grass growing over me!
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