Waly Waly
I leaned my back against an oak And thought it was a mighty tree But first it bent, and then it broke As did your sweet love for me Oh Waly Waly, but love is bonnie A little while when it is still new But love grows old and waxeth cold And fades away like morning dew When cockle-shells turn silver bells Then will my love return to me Then roses blow in wintry snow then will my love return to me * Refrain