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