Will ye go to the Indies – Song – {Will ye go to the Indies}

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
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 truth, my Mary,
In mutual affection to join:
And curst be the cause that shall part us,
The hour, and the moment o’ time!!!