Waly, waly.

WALY waly up the bank,

And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly by yon burn-fide,

Where I and my love were wont to gae.

I leant my back unto an aik,

I thought it was a trustie trie;

But first it bow'd, and fyne it brake,

And fae my true love did lyghtlie me.

O waly waly gin love be bonny,
A little time while it is new;
But when its auld it waxeth cauld,
And fades awa' like morning dew.
O wherefore fhu'd I busk my head?
Or wherefore shu'd I kame my hair?
For my true love has me forfook,
And says he'll never loe me mair.
Now Arthur-feat fall be my bed,

The fheits fall neir be fyl'd by me:
Saint Anton's wall fall be my drink,
Since my true love has forfaken me.
Marti'mas wind, whan wilt thou blaw,
And shake the green leaves aff the trie?
O gentle death, whan wilt thou cum?
For of my life I am wearie.

'Tis not the froft that freezes fell,

Nor blawing fnaw's inclemencie ;

'Tis not fick cauld that makes me cry,

But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we came in by Glasgowe town, We were a comely sight to see ;

My love was cled i' th' black velvet,
And I myfell in cramafie.

But had I wift before I kisst,

That love had been fae ill to win,
I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd,
And pinn'd it wi' a filler pin.

Oh, oh! if my young babe were borne,
And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I myfell were dead and gone,
For a maid again Ile never be !

WILLIE'S drown'd in Yarrow.

WILLIE'S

rare and WILLIE's fair,

and WILLIE'S wondrous bonny,

And WILLIE hecht to marry me,
Gin e'er he married ony.

Yeftreen I made my bed fu' braid,
This night I'll make it narrow;
For a' the live-lang winter-night
I'll ly twin'd of my marrow.

O came you by yon water-fide?
Pu'd you the rofe or lilly?

Or came you by yon meadow-green?
Or faw ye my sweet WILLIE ?

She fought him east, she fought him west,
She fought him braid and narrow;

Syne in the cleaving of a craig

She found him drown'd in Yarrow.

BOTHWELL.

S BOTHWELL was walking in the lowlands alane,

As Hey down, and a down.

He met fix ladies fae gallant and fine,
Hey down, and a down*.

He caft his lot amang them a',

And on the youngest his lot did fa'.
He's brought her frae her mother's bower,
Unto his strongest castle and tower.
But ay she cried and made great moan,
And ay the tear came trickling down.
Come up, come up, said the foremost man;
I think our bride comes flowly on.

O Lady, fits your faddle awry?

Or is your steed for you owre high?
My faddle is not set awry,

Nor carries me my steed owre high:

But I am weary of my life,

Since I maun be Lord BOTHWELL'S wife.
He's blawn his horn fae fharp and shrill,
Up start the deer on every hill.

He's blawn his horn fae lang and loud,
Up ftart the deer in gude green wood.
His Lady Mother lookit owre the castle wa',
And she saw them riding ane and a’.
She's call'd upon her maids by seven,
To mak his bed baith faft and even :
She's call'd upon her cooks by nine,
To make their dinner fair and fine.
When day was gane, and night was come,
What ails my love on me to frown?

* The chorus repeated at the end of each line.

Or does the wind blow in your glove?
Or runs your mind on another love?
Nor blows the wind within my glove,
Nor runs my mind on another love;
But I not maid nor maiden am,

For I'm wi' bairn to another man.

I thought I'd a maiden fae meek and fae mild,
But I've nought but a woman wi' child.
His mother's taen her up to a tower,
And lockit her in her fecret bower :
Now, doughter mine, come tell to me,
Wha's bairn this is that you are wi'?
O mother dear, I canna learn
Wha is the faither of my bairn ;

But as I walk'd in the lowlands my lane,
I met a gentleman gallant and fine;

He keepit me there fae late and fae lang,
Frae the ev'ning late till the morning dawn,
And a' that he gied me to my propine,

Was a pair of green gloves and a gay gold ring;
Three lauchters of his yellow hair,

In cafe that we shou'd meet nae mair.
His Lady Mother went down the stair.
Now fon, now fon, come tell to me,
Where's the green gloves I gave to thee.
I gied to a lady, fae fair and fae fine,
The green gloves and a gay gold ring;
But I wad gie my caftles and towers,
I had that lady within my bowers:
But I wad gie my very life,

I had that lady to be my wife.

Now keep, now keep your castles and towers,

You have that lady within your bowers;

Now keep, now keep your very life,
You have that lady to be your wife.
O row my lady in fattin and silk,

And wash my fon in the morning milk.

Fair MARGARET and Sweet WILLIAM.

As

S it fell out on a long fummer's day Two lovers they fat on a hill; They fat together a long fummer's day, And could not talk their fill.

I fee no harm by you, MARGARET,
And you fee none by mee:
Before to-morrow at eight o'clock
A rich wedding you fhall fee.

Fair MARGARET fate in her bower-window,
A combing of her hair;

She spy'd Sweet WILLIAM and his bride,

As they were a riding near.

Down she layd her ivory combe,
And up she bound her hair;
She went her way forth of the bower,
But never more came there.

When day was gone, and night was come,

And all men fast asleep,

There came the spirit of Fair MARG'RET,
And stood at WILLIAMS feet.

God give you joy, you lovers true,
In bride-bed fast asleep;