Willy of the Woodland Side

Sure Willy will never return back again, I've waited this hour or more; Like the Linnet, alas, I am left to complain, Which sits on the whins of the moor. My heart it will break with concern, Unless my dear Willy return; Some damsel has stole the dear heart of my swain, And I shall ne'er see my sweet Willy again.

The Thrush and the Ouzel are now gone to rest, The Bat and the Owl are a-wing The sun hath this hour been sunk in the west, And the sleep-lulling nightingales sing, How pensively passes the day, Whenever my Willy's away, Some damsel has stole the clear heart of my swain, And I shall ne'er see my sweet Willy again.