3 O waly, waly! but love be bony A little time, while it is new; But when ’tis auld, it waxeth cauld, And fades away like morning dew. 4 O wherefore shoud I busk my head? Or wherfore shoud I kame my hair? For my true-love has me forsook, And says he’ll never love me mair. 5 Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall neer be fyl’d by me; Saint Anton’s well shall be my drink, Since my true-love has forsaken me. 6 Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am weary. 7 ’Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw’s inclemency; ’Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love’s heart grown cauld to me. 8 When we came in by Glasgow town, We were a comely sight to see; My love was cled in the black velvet, And I my sell in cramasie. 9 But had I wist, before I kissd, That love had been sae ill to win, I’d lockd my heart in a case of gold, And pin’d it with a silver pin. 10 Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse’s knee, And I my sell were dead and gane! For a maid again I’ll never be. A stanza closely resembling the third of this song occurs in a Yule medley in Wood’s MSS, about 1620.[77] Hey trollie lollie, love is jolly A qhyll qhill it is new; Qhen it is old, it grows full cold, Woe worth the love untrew! The Orpheus Caledonius has for the fourth stanza this, which is found (with variations) in #A#-#M#, excepting the imperfect copy #E#: When cockle-shells turn siller bells, And mussles grows on evry tree, When frost and snaw shall warm us a’, Then shall my love prove true to me. Ed. 1725. Several stanzas occur in a song with the title ‘Arthur’s Seat shall be my bed,’ etc., which is thought to have been printed as early as the Tea-Table Miscellany, or even considerably earlier. This song is given in an appendix. Aytoun’s ballad, 1859, I, 135, is loosely translated by Knortz, Schottische Balladen, p. 59. * * * * * A