Waly waly

O waly waly, up the bank,

And waly waly, down the brae,

And waly by yon burnside,

Where I and my Love wont to gae.

I leant my back unto an aik,

I thought it was a trusty tree,

But first it bow'd and syne it brake,

And sae did my true Love to me.

O waly waly love is bonny,

A little time while it is new;

But when it's auld, it waxeth cauld,

And fades awa' 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 lo'e me mair.

Now Arthur-seat shall be my bed,

The sheets shall ne'er be warm'd by me;

Saint Anton's well shall be my drink,

Since my true Love's forsaken me.

O Mart'mas wind! when wilt thou blaw,

And shake the green leaves aff the tree?

0 gentle Death! when wilt thou come,

And tak' a life that wearies me?