What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear It's like the voice of my Willy dear But if I had wings like that swallow high I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy
What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear It's like the voice of my Willy dear But if I had wings like that swallow high I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy
When my apron it hung low My true love followed through frost and snow And noo my apron it is tae my chin He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in
There is a blackbird sits on yon tree Some says it is blind and it cannae see Some says it is blind and it cannae see And so is my true love tae me