Oh,
it's waily, waily up the bank
And waily, waily down on the brave
and waily, waily on Burnside where
me and my love used to play.
I was a lady of high renown
that lived in the north country.
Oh I was a lady of high renown
When Jamie Douglas courted me
As we come in to Glasgow town
Oh, it was a comely sight to see
My lord was dressed in the velvet green
And I myself in cremacy
And when my eldest son was born
And laid upon his nurse's knee,
I was the happiest woman born,
An d Jamie Douglas,
he loved me.
There come a man unto our house,
And Jamie Lockhart was his name,
And it was told unto my Lord
That I did lie in bed with him
There come another to our house
And he was no good friend to
me
He put Jamie's shoes beneath my bed
And he bade my good Lord come and see
O Hobie, unto thee Blackwood,
and ill death may you die
You were the first and the foremost man
That parted my true love and I
And when my lord come to my room
This great falsehood fought to see
Oh, turned him round, oh, with a scowl
And not one word would he say to me
Come up, come up now, Jamie Douglas
Come up the stair and dime with me
I'll set you on a chair of gold,
I'll court you kindly on my knee.
When cockleshells turn to silver bells,
And the 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, Wobian, to thee, Blackwood,
Until death may you die,
You were the first and foremost man
That parted my true love and I,
And when my father got the word
that my lord had forsaken me
He sent fifty of his brisk dragoons
to carry me back to my own country
It is not the frost that freezes fell
Nor blowing snows in clemency.
Tis not such cold that makes me cry,
But my love's heart's grown cold to me.
You think that I am like yourself,
And lie with each one that I see,
Oh, but I do swear by heaven's high
I never loved a man but thee
And had I wished when first I kissed
That love had been so ill to win
I'd have locked my heart in
a cage of gold
I'd have sealed it with a silver pin
Oh, waily, waily, love is bonnie
It's like a flower when first it's new
Oh, but love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew