But first it bowd, and syne it brak,
Sae my true-love did lightly me.
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?