X: 1
T: WALY, WALY
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.240-242
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
M: 3/4
L: 1/8
K: D
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D | F> G A2 d2 | e> f e3 E |
w: O wa-ly, wal-ly, up yon back, And
F> G A2 d2 | e (d/c/) d3 D |
w: wa-ly, wa-ly, down yon* brae, And
F> G A2 d2 | e> f {f}e3 E | F G A2 d2 |
w: wa-ly, by yon ri-ver side, Where I and my love
{f}e (d/c/) d3 ][ =c | B> A G3 A |
w: wont to* gae.  O wa-ly, wa-ly,
B A =c2 A B | B d A2 f2 | g (f/e/) d2 zd |
w: love is bon-ny, A lit-tle while when it is* new; But
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B A {G}F3 d | A F {F}E3 =c |
w: when it's auld, it wax-es cauld, And
B A Hd2 zF | G (F/E/) D3 |]
w: wears a-wa like mor-ning dew.
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W:2.I leant my back unto an aik,
W:    I thought it was a trusty tree;
W:  But first it bow'd, and then it brake,
W:    And sae did my fause love to me.
W:  When cockle-shells turn silver bells.
W:    And mussels grow on ev'ry tree,
W:  When frost and snaw shall warm us a,
W:    Then shall my love prove true to me.
W:
W:3.Now Arthur's Seat shall be my bed,
W:    The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me;
W:  St Anton's well shall be my drink,
W:    Since my true-love's forsaken me.
W:  O Mart'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw,
W:    And shake the green leaves aff the tree?
W:  O gentle death, when wilt thou come,
W:    And tak a life that wearies me?
W:
W:4.It's not the frost that freezes fell,
W:    Nor blawing snaw's inclemency;
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W:  It's not sic cauld that makes me cry,
W:    But my love's heart grown cauld to me,
W:  When we came in by Glasgow town,
W:    We were a comely sight to see;
W:  My love was clad in velvet black,
W:    And I mysel in cramasie.
W:
W:5.But had I wist before I kist,
W:    That love had been sae ill to win,
W:  I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,
W:    And pin'd it with a silver pin.
W:  Oh! oh! if my young babe were born,
W:    And set upon the nurse's knee,
W:  And I mysel were dead and gane,
W:    For maid again I'll never be.
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