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The Forsaken Bride

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 leant 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 lichtly me.
 
O waly waly, but love be bonny
 A little time while it is new;
But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld
 And fades awa' like morning dew.
O wherefore should I busk my head?
 Or 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 sall be my bed,
 The sheets shall ne'er be prest by me,
Saint Anton's well sall be my drink,
 Since my true Love has forsaken me.
Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw
 And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
O gentle Death, when wilt thou come?
 For of my life I am wearïe.
 
'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,
 Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie—
'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 clad in the black velvét,
 And I mysell in cramasie.
 
But had I wist, before I kist,
 That love had been sae ill to win,
I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd
 And pinn'd it with a siller pin.
And oh, if my young babe were born,
 And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysell were dead and gane,
 And the green grass growing over me!

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