 | Robert Maynard Leonard - English poetry - 1909 - 636 pages
...I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; But when it 's auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherfore shuld I busk my head ? Or wherfore... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English Poetry - 1911 - 408 pages
...thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. 0 waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new; But when 't is auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my head? Or... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1912 - 508 pages
...I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true Love did lichtly me. O waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new ; 10 But when 't is auld, it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. Or wherefore should I busk... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1880 - 1106 pages
...it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed, and syne it brak — Sae my true love did lightly me ! 0, w, more than ever, seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight, wi 't is auld it waxeth cauld, And fades away like the morning dew. 0, wherefore should I busk my head... | |
 | University of St. Andrews - 1899 - 648 pages
...Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage. (e) " I wish I were where Helen lies." (/) " 0 waly waly, but love be bonny A little time while it is new." 13. Estimate the lyric qualities of any two of the following poets : Herrick, Sidney, Campion, Marvell.... | |
 | 1885 - 202 pages
...continued.) A BOY-BISHOP OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY. THE STOF\Y OF BOY-BISHOP CHAPTER IV. " Oh, waly, waly, gin love be bonny, A little time while it is new ; But when it's auld, it vaxeth cauld, And fades awa like morning dew." '•* T was about a month or so from this... | |
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Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new, But when 't is auld it waxeth cauld And fades away like morning dew. 
