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