Sae my true love did lichtly me.
2. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie
A little time while it is new;
But when it’s auld, it waxes cauld,
And fades away like morning dew.
O wherefore should I busk my heid,
Or wherefore should I kame my hair?
For my true love has me forsook,
And says he’ll never love me mair.
3. Now Arthur’s Seat shall be my bed,