Текст песни: Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary + перевод

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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