What a voice, oh what a voice, oh what a voice I hear*
It is like the voice o Willie my dear
And if I had wings like that swallow up high
I would clasp in the arms o ma Billy boy
Oh for when my apron it hung low
My love would follow me through frost and snow
But noo ma apron it's tae ma shins
He pa**es me by and ne'er spears in
For its up onto yon white hoose brae
He's ta'en a strange girlie all upon his knee
And he's telt her a tale that he yince telt me
Oh I wish, how I wish, oh I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I ne'er will be
Until an aipple it grows on an orange tree