Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 108. Song—Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary? |
| | | | | Tune—“Will ye go to the Ewe-Bughts, Marion.” |
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| WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary, | |
| And leave auld Scotia’s shore? | |
| Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, | |
| Across th’ Atlantic roar? | |
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| O sweet grows the lime and the orange, | 5 |
| And the apple on the pine; | |
| But a’ the charms o’ the Indies | |
| Can never equal thine. | |
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| I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, | |
| I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true; | 10 |
| And sae may the Heavens forget me, | |
| When I forget my vow! | |
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| O plight me your faith, my Mary, | |
| And plight me your lily-white hand; | |
| O plight me your faith, my Mary, | 15 |
| Before I leave Scotia’s strand. | |
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| We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, | |
| In mutual affection to join; | |
| And curst be the cause that shall part us! | |
| The hour and the moment o’ time! | 20 |
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