Waly Waly

Oh, waly, waly up the bank and waly, waly down the

brae,

And waly, waly up burnside where I and my love used to

go.

I was a lady of high renown that lived in the North

country;

I was a lady of high renown when Jamie Douglas courted

me.

And when we came to Glasgow town, it was a comely sight

to see,

My lord was clad in the velvet green and I myself in

cramasie.

And when my eldest son was born and set upon his

nurse's knee,

I was the happiest woman born and my good lord, he

loved me.

There came a man into our house and Jamie Lockhart was

his name

And it was told unto my lord that I did lie in bed with

him.

There came another to our house and he was no good

friend to me;

He put Jamie's shoes beneath my bed and bade my good

lord come and see.

Oh woe be unto thee, Blackwood, and an ill death may

you die,

You were the first and the foremost man that parted my

good lord and I.

And when my lord came to my room this great falsehood

for to see,

He turned him round all with a scowl and not one word

would he speak to me.

"Come up, come up, now Jamie Douglas, come up the stair

and dine with me,

I'll set you on a chair of gold and court you kindly on

my knee."

"When cockleshells turn silver bells and fishes fly

from tree to tree,

When frost and snow turn fire to burn it's I'll come up

and dine with thee."

Oh woe be unto thee, Blackwood, and an ill death may

you die,

You were the first and the foremost man that parted my

good lord and I.

And when my father he had word my good lord had

forsaken me,

He sent fifty of his brisk dragoons to fetch me home to

my own country.

O had I wist when first I kissed that love should been

so ill to win,

I'd locked my heart in a cage of gold and pinned it

with a silver pin.

You think that I am like yourself and lie with each one

that I see,

But I do swear by Heavens high, I never loved a man but

thee.

'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, nor blowing

snow's inclemency,

'Tis not such cold that makes me cry, but my love's

heart grown cold to me.

O waly, waly, love is bonnie a little while when first

it's new,

But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like

morning dew.