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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!