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WALT, WALT, BUT LOVE BE BONNT. 133 |
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quoted by Leyden from a " MS. Cantus of the latter part of the 17th century:"
Hey troly loly, love is joly,
A whyle whill it is new; When it is old, it grows full cold,—
Woe worth the love untrue!
Complaynt of Scotland, i. 278.
0 walt, waly up the bank, And waly, waly down the brae,
And waly, waly yon burn side, Where I and my love wont to gae.
1 lean'd my back unto an aik, 5 I thought it was a trusty tree;
But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, Sae my true love did lightly me !
O waly, waly, but love be bonny,
A little time while it is new; 10
But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld, And fades away like the morning dew.
O wherefore should I busk my head ?
Or wherfore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, u
And says he'll never love me mair. |
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Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me: |
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