When will we meet and marry?’
‘When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
Nae langer, love, we’ll tarry.’
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So he’s taen his auld grey cloak about him noo,
An he’s ower the mountains fairly,
Crying, ‘Fare ye weel, my bonnie lass,
Fareweel, my ain kind deary.’
Mr Macmath adds the following stanza, “remembered by Miss Agnes Macmath, 2nd January, 1896, from the singing of her mother.”
‘When will we twa meet again?