What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear
It's like the voice of my w**** dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy.
When my apron it hung low
My true love followed through frost and snow.
And noo my apron it is tae my chin
He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in.
It is up and doon yon white hoose brae
He called a strange girlie to his knee
And he's telt her a tale that he once told me.
There is a blackbird sits on yon tree
Some says it is blind and it cannae see
Some says it is blind and it cannae see
And so is my true love tae me.
O I wish I wish Oh I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow an orange tree
I wish I wish that my babe was born
And smiling on some nurse's knee
And for myself to be dead and gone
And-a long green grass growing over me.
It's like the voice of my w**** dear
But if I had wings like that swallow high
I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy.
When my apron it hung low
My true love followed through frost and snow.
And noo my apron it is tae my chin
He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in.
It is up and doon yon white hoose brae
He called a strange girlie to his knee
And he's telt her a tale that he once told me.
There is a blackbird sits on yon tree
Some says it is blind and it cannae see
Some says it is blind and it cannae see
And so is my true love tae me.
O I wish I wish Oh I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Till apples grow an orange tree
I wish I wish that my babe was born
And smiling on some nurse's knee
And for myself to be dead and gone
And-a long green grass growing over me.