Oh,
Waley,
Waley, up the bank,
And
Waley,
Waley, down the brave,
An d
Waley,
Waley, 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 crum was he.
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 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 came another to our house,
and he was no good friend to me.
He put
James's shoes beneath my bed,
and bade my good
Lord come and see.
Oh woe be unto thee,
Blackwood,
and then in 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 an
d court you kindly on my knee.
When cockleshells turn silver bells an
d fishes fly from tree to tree,
When frost and snow turn fire to burn,
It's I who'll come up and dine with thee.
O woe be unto thee,
Blackwood, when the nil -deaths may die!
You were the first and foremost
man that parted my good lord and
I.
And when my father
Edward, my good lord, had forsaken me
He sent fifty of his brisk dragoons
To fetch me home to my own country.
Oh, had I wist when first I kissed
That love should be so ill to win
I'd locked my heart in a cage of gold
And pinned it with a silver pin
You'd think that I am like yourself,
And lie with each one that I see,
But I do swear by the heavens high,
I never loved a man but thee.
It is not the frost that freezes fell
Nor blowing snows
in clemency
It is not such cold that makes me cry
But my love's heart grown cold to me
Oh, waily, waily, love is bonny,
A little while when first it's new,
But love grows old and waxes gold,
And fades away like morning dew.
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