Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary
TUNE: Ewe-bughts Marion
1.
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?
2.
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.
3.
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!
4.
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!
5.
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!

Will You Go To The Indies, My Mary
(Ewe-sheepfolds Marion)

Will you go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave old Scotia's shore?
Will you go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across the Atlantic roar?

O, sweet grows the lime and the orange,
And the apple on the pine;
But all the charms of the Indies
Can never equal thine.

I have sworn by the Heavens to my Mary,
I have sworn by the Heavens to be true,
And so 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 have plighted our troth (truth), my Mary,
In mutual affection to join;
And cursed be the cause that shall part us!
The hour and the moment of time!