Volume Iv Part 34 (1/2)
OH, WILL YE WALK THE WOOD WI' ME?[36]
”Oh, will ye walk the wood wi' me?
Oh, will ye walk the green?
Or will ye sit within mine arms, My ain kind Jean?”
”It 's I 'll not walk the wood wi' thee, Nor yet will I the green; And as for sitting in your arms, It 's what I dinna mean.”
”Oh! slighted love is ill to thole, And weel may I compleen; But since that better mayna be, I e'en maun thol 't for Jean.”
”Gang up to May o' Mistycleugh, Ye saw her late yestreen; Ye'll find in her a lightsome love Ye winna find in Jean.”
”Wi' bonny May o' Mistycleugh I carena to be seen; Her lightsome love I'd freely gie For half a blink frae Jean.”
”Gang down to Madge o' Miryfaulds, I ken for her ye green; Wi' her ye 'll get a purse o' gowd-- Ye 'll naething get wi' Jean.”
”For doity Madge o' Miryfaulds I dinna care a preen; The purse o' gowd I weel could want, If I could hae my Jean.”
”Oh, yes! I 'll walk the wood wi' thee; Oh, yes! I 'll walk the green; But first ye 'll meet me at the kirk, And mak' me aye your Jean.”
FOOTNOTES:
[36] Portions of the first and second verses of this song are fragments of an older ditty.--_Note by the Author._
I MAUN GAE OVER THE SEA.
”Sweet summer now is by, And cauld winter is nigh, The wan leaves they fa' frae the tree; The hills are white wi' snaw, And the frosty winds blaw, And I maun gie over the sea, Mary, And I maun gie over the sea.
”But winter will gang by, And summer come wi' joy, And Nature again will be free; And wooers you will find, And mair ye 'll never mind The laddie that 's over the sea, Mary, The laddie that 's over the sea.”
”Oh, Willie, since it 's sae, My heart is very wae To leave a' my friends and countrie; But wi' thee I will gang, Though the way it be lang, And wi' thee I 'll cross the saut sea, Willie, And wi' thee I 'll cross the saut sea.”
”The way is vera far, And terrible is war, And great are the hards.h.i.+ps to dree; And if I should be slain, Or a prisoner ta'en, My jewel, what would come o' thee, Mary?
My jewel, what would come o' thee?
”Sae at hame ye maun bide, And should it sae betide That a bride to another ye be, For ane that lo'ed ye dear Ye 'll whiles drap a tear; I 'll aften do the same for thee, Mary, I 'll aften do the same for thee.”
The rowan tear down fell, Her bosom wasna well, For she sabbit most wofullie; ”Oure the yirth I wad gang, And never count it lang, But I fear ye carena for me, Willie, But I fear ye carena for me.”