song—will ye go to the indies, my mary?（1/1）

song—will ye go to the indies, my mary?

tune—“will ye go to the ewe-bughts, marion.”

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?

o sweet grows the lime and the orange,

and the apple on the pine;

but a' the charms o' the indies

can never equal thine.

i hae sworn by the heavens to my mary,

i hae sworn by the heavens to be true;

and sae may the heavens forget me,

when i forget my vow!

o plight me your faith, my mary,

and plight me your lily-white hand;

o plight me your faith, my mary,

before i leave scotia's strand.

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!