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O waly, waly, but love be bonnie
A little time while it is new ;
But when it's auld it waxes cauld,
And fades away like the morning dew.
O wherefore should I busk * my heid,
Or wherefore should I kame my hair ?
For my true love has me forsook,
And says he'll never love me mair.
Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed,
The sheets shall ne'er be press'd by me,
St Anton's Well f shall be my drink,
Since my true love has forsaken me.
Martinmas 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 wearie ?
'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's grown cauld to me.
When we came in by Glasgow toun,
We were a comely sicht to see ;
My love was clad in the black velvet,
And I mysell in cramasie.
But had I wist, before I wed,:]:
That love had been sae ill to win,
I'd lock'd ray heart in a case of gold,
And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin.
* Dress, arrange.
t Arthur's Seat is a hill near Edinburgh, forming part of the chase which
surrounds the royal palace of Holyrood. St Anton's, or St Anthony's Well,
is a small crystal spring proceeding from the side of Arthur's Seat, and ta
king its name from a hermitage half way up the hill, which it formerly
supplied with water.
t- ' • Kissed," in oriff.

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