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

Written by: Robert Burns | Biography
 | Quotes (31) |
 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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