What a Voice

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear

It is like the voice of my Willy dear

And if I had wings like that swallow high

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy

When my apron it hung low

My true love followed through frost and snow

And noo my apron is tae my chin

He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in

There is a blackbird sits on yon tree

Some says it is blind and it cannae see

Some says it is blind and it cannae see

And so is my true love tae me

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear

It is like the voice of my Willy dear

And if I had wings like that swallow high

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy

O I wish, I wish, oh I wish in vain

I wish I was a maid again

But a maid again I will never be

Till an apple grows on an orange tree

I wish, I wish that my babe was born

And smiling on some nurse's knee

And for myself to be dead and gone

And a long green grass growing over me