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108. Song—Will ye go to the Indies my Mary?

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Written by: Robert Burns | Biography
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 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!


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