Popular Ballads of the Olden Time

The following is from Popular Ballads of the Olden Time: Third Series - Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance Selected and Edited by Frank Sidgwick:

Waly, waly gin love be bonny

O waly, waly up the bank!
  And waly, waly, down the brae!
And waly, waly yon burn-side,
  Where I and my love wont to gae!

I lean'd my back unto an aik,
  I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,
  Sae my true-love did lightly me.

O waly, waly! but love be bonny
  A little time, while it is new;
But when it is auld, it waxeth cauld,
  And fades away like morning dew.

O wherefore shoud I busk my head?
  Or wherefore shoud I kame my hair?
For my true-love has me forsook,
  And says he'll never love me mair.

Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed,
  The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me;
Saint 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 weary.

'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,
  Nor blawing snaw's inclemency;
'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 cled in the black velvet,
  And I mysell in cramasie.

But had I wist, before I kiss'd,
  That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
  And pin'd it with a silver pin.

Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,
  And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysell were dead and gane!
  For a maid again I'll never be.

The Heir of Linne

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