Oh, Willie stands at his hot door,
And aye,
he streaked his milk -white steed,
And then, oot o 'er his white fingers,
His nose begun to bleed.
Oh, Mithar,
give my horse its corn,
And give some meat to my
servant -man,
For I'm a -wotting Maggie's bowers,
I'll in her she -lies do.
Oh, bide this night at him, Wally,
bide this night at him with me,
and the best in sheep
and all the fold at your
supper it shall be.
You can hear your sheep
and all your flocks,
For them I would niggie a pen,
For I'm a -wotting Maggie's bows,
And this next I'll win in.
Ken ye should gang
to Maggie's bowers,
It shall be said against my will,
The deepest hole in Clyde's waters,
My Mally son, you fell.
Then he rode up yon high, high hill,
And he rode down yon dow 'y glen,
The rush that was in Cly
de's wa ters
Would've feared five hundred men.
Oh, Clyde, you roar out loud this night,
Your waters,
they seem wondrous strong,
You can rock me when I
come back this way,
Can you spare me as I gong?
Then he's rode on to Maggie's door,
And he has tarlet at the pen.
Oh, sleep your wakey, Maggie dear,
But rise and let me in.
Oh, who's that stands at my door?
Who's that calls me by my name?
It is your in true love, your Wally,
That's newly come for him.
Open the door, oh Maggie dear,
open the door and let me in,
for my boots are full of plight waters
and I'm shivering to the chin.
My barns are full of cornwalley
an d all my If my ears are full o' hay,
my bowers are full o' gentlemen,
and they'll no come out till day.
Then fare ye well, my foes,
Maggie, fare ye well, and along I do.
I got my mother's molly, son,
This next when I came to you.
Then he rode up yon high, high hill,
And he rode down yon dowry glen.
The rush that was in Clyde's wa ters,
Took the whop free Wally's
hand.
The rush that was in Clyde's waters,
Took his heart free him by force.
The rush that was in Clyde's water
Took Wally free his horse.
Now a pure young Wally fell
In to the whole sea wide and deep.
It was then I woke his in true my guilt,
O, her drowsy sleep.
Come here, come here, my mother dear,
Come here and redeem me this dream.
I dreamed my love stood at Urdur's door,
And no one would let him in.
Lie still, lie still, oh Maggie dear,
Maggie, lie still and take your rest,
For your in -true love was a door -door,
Scarce to a quarter's our past.
Then sadly, sadly rose she up ,
No word she spoke but
her clay's perdon.
But the higher that the lady cried,
the louder blew the wind.
The first step that she did take,
she stepped in on to the creek.
The next in step, the lady cried,
This water's wondrous deep.
The next in step,
that she stepped in,
She stepped in unto the chin,
The deepest hole in Clyde's water
She found sweet Willie in
O ye have had a cruel mother
And a cruel one had I
But we shall cheat them both, Wally,
In Clyde Water we will lie.