O Waly Waly

O waly waly up the bank
And waly waly doon the brae,
And waly way by yon burn side
Where I and my first love did gae.

I leaned my back against an oak
Thinkin' it was a trusty tree,
But first it bent and then it broke,
And so did my first love tae me.

When we cam in frae Glasgow toun,
We were a comely sight tae see,
My love was clad in the velvet black,
And I mysel in cramasie.

Noo Arthur's Seat shall be my bed,
No sheets shall e'er be pressed by me,
Saint Anton's Well shall be my drink,
Since my fause love's forsaken me.

'Tis not the frost that freezes fell
Nor blawin' snaw's inclemency,
'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry
But my love's heart's grown cauld tae me.

Oh Martinmas wind when wilt thou blaw
And shake the green leaves off the tree ?
Oh gentle death, when wilt thou come ?
For of my life I am weary.