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Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th' Atlantic roar?
II. O, sweet grows the lime and the orange,
And the apple on the pine; But a' the charms o' the Indies
Can never equal thine.
III. I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary,
I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true, And sae may the Heavens forget me
When I forget my vow!
And plight me your lily-white hand!
Before I leave Scotia's strand!
In mutual affection to join:
The hour and the moment o' time!
AE FOND KISS.
I. AE fond kiss, and then we sever! Ae farewell and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
O, LEEZE ME ON MY SPINNIN-WHEEL.
Blest wi' content, and milk and mealOh leeze me on my spinnin-wheel!
II. On ilka hand the burnies trot, And meet below my theekit cot; The scented birk an' hawthorn white, Across the pool their arms unite, Alike to screen the birdie's nest And little fishes' caller rest: The sun blinks kindly in the biel, Where blythe I turn my spinnin-wheel.
IV. Wisma' to sell, and less to buy, Aboon distress, below envy, O, wha wad leave this humble state, For a'the pride of a' the great ? Amid their flaring, idle toys, Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys, Can they the peace and pleasure feel Of Bessy at her spinnin-wheel?
THE DEIL'S AWA.
The Deil's awa wi' th’ Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa wi' th’ Exciseman!
An' danced awa' wi th' Exciseman,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man!"
We'll laugh and sing, and rejoice, man;
That danc'd awa wi' th’ Exciseman.
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man;
Was-The Deil's Awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
The Deil's awa wi' th Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman.
2 Another reading is
1 Another reading is “ilk auld wife.” "dance and sing.”
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) On blythe Yule-Night when we were fou,
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) Maggie coost her head fu' high, Look'd asklent and unco skeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!) Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). Duncan sigh'd baith out and in, Grat his een baith bleert an' blin', Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!): Slighted love is sair to bide
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!). ‘Shall I, like a fool', quoth he, ‘For a haughty hizzie die? She may gae to-France for me'!-
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
(Ha, ha, the wooing o't!):