song—will ye go to the indies, my mary?

tune—“will ye go to the ewe-bughts, marion.”

will ye go to the indies, my mary,

and leave auld scotia's shore?

will ye go to the indies, my mary,

across th' antic 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;