  I‘Willy’s rare, and Willy’s fair, And Willy’s wondrous bonny; And Willy heght Gin e’er he marryd ony. II‘Yestreen I made my bed fu’ braid, The night I’ll make it narrow, For a’ the live-long winter’s night I lie twin’d III‘O came you by yon water-side? Pu’d you the rose or lilly? Or came you by yon meadow green? Or saw you my sweet Willy?’ IVShe sought him east, she sought him west, She sought him braid and narrow; Sine, in the clifting She found him drown’d in Yarrow. FOOTNOTES: |
|
