{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/boeb/boeb20.htm","path":"neu/eng/boeb/boeb20.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/boeb/boeb20.htm","text":"O WALY, waly up the bank,\n \u00a0\u00a0And waly, waly down the brae,\n And waly, waly yon burn side,\n \u00a0\u00a0Where I and my love were wont to gae.\n I leant my back unto an aik,\n \u00a0\u00a0I thought it was a trusty tree;\n But first it bow'd, and syne it brak,\n \u00a0\u00a0Sae my true love did lichtly me.\nO waly, waly, but gin love be bonny,\n \u00a0\u00a0A little time while it is new;\n But when its auld, it waxeth cauld,\n \u00a0\u00a0And fades awa' like morning dew. p. 127\n O wherfore shuld I busk my head?\n \u00a0\u00a0Or wherfore shuld I kame my hair?\n For my true love has me forsook,\n \u00a0\u00a0And says he'll never loe me mair.\nNow Arthur-Seat sall be my bed,\n \u00a0\u00a0The sheets shall neir be prest by me:\n Saint Anton's well sall be my drink,\n \u00a0\u00a0Since my true love has forsaken me.\n Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw,\n \u00a0\u00a0And shake the green leaves aff the tree?\n O gentle death, when wilt thou cum?\n \u00a0\u00a0For of my life I am wear\u00ece.\n'Tis not the frost that freezes fell,\n \u00a0\u00a0Nor blawing snaws inclemenc\u00ece;\n 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry,\n \u00a0\u00a0But my love's heart grown cauld to me.\n Whan we came in by Glasgow town,\n \u00a0\u00a0We were a comely sight to see;\n My love was clad in black velvet,\n \u00a0\u00a0And I myself in cramas\u00ece.\nBut had I wist, before I kist,\n \u00a0\u00a0That love had been sae ill to win, p. 128\n I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd,\n \u00a0\u00a0And pinnd it with a siller pin.\n And, oh! that my young babe were born,\n \u00a0\u00a0And set upon the nurse's knee,\n And I myself were dead and gane!\n \u00a0\u00a0And the green grass growing over me.","title":"A Book of Old English Ballads: Waly, Waly, Love be Bonny","type":"page"}