My love he stands in yon chaumer door,
Combing doon his yellow hair,
His curly locks I like to see,
I wonder if my love minds on me.
Chorus :
Will ye gang love, an' leave me noo?
Will ye gang love, an' leave me noo?
Will ye forsake your ain love true,
An' gang wi' a lass that ye never
knew?
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again.
But a maid again I'll never be
Till an apple grows on an orange tree.
I wish I wish my babe was born
I wish it sat on's daddy's knee,
An' I myself were deid an' gone
An' the wavin' grass all o'er me
growin'.
As lang as my apron did bide doon
He followed me frae toon tae toon,
But noo it's up an' above ma knee
My love gaes by but he kens na me.
Mak' my grave baith lang and deep
Put a bunch of roses at my head and
feet,
And in the middle put a turtle dove,
Let the pople know I died of love.
