O waly waly up the bank, <br />And waly waly down the brae, <br />And waly waly yon burn-side <br />Where I and my Love wont to gae! <br />I leant my back unto an aik, <br />I thought it was a trusty tree; <br />But first it bow'd, and syne it brak, <br />Sae my true Love did lichtly me. <br /> <br />O waly waly, but love be bonny <br />A little time while it is new; <br />But when 'tis auld, it waxeth cauld <br />And fades awa' like morning dew. <br />O wherefore should I busk my head? <br />Or wherefore should I kame my hair? <br />For my true Love has me forsook, <br />And says he'll never lo'e me mair. <br /> <br />Now Arthur-seat sall be my bed, <br />The sheets shall ne'er be prest by me, <br />Saint Anton's well sall be my drink, <br />Since my true Love has forsaken me. <br />Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw <br />And shake the green leaves aff the tree? <br />O gentle Death, when wilt thou come? <br />For of my life I am wearïe. <br /> <br />'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, <br />Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie— <br />'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, <br />But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. <br />When we came in by Glasgow town <br />We were a comely sight to see; <br />My Love was clad in the black velvét, <br />And I mysell in cramasie. <br /> <br />But had I wist, before I kist, <br />That love had been sae ill to win, <br />I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd <br />And pinn'd it with a siller pin. <br />And oh, if my young babe were born, <br />And set upon the nurse's knee, <br />And I mysell were dead and gane, <br />And the green grass growing over me!<br /><br />Anonymous Olde English<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forsaken-bride-3/
