Waly Waly

I leaned my back against an oak
And thought it was a mighty tree
But first it bent, and then it broke
As did your sweet love for me


        Oh Waly Waly, but love is bonnie
        A little while when it is still new
        But love grows old and waxeth cold
        And fades away like morning dew


When cockle-shells turn silver bells
Then will my love return to me
Then roses blow in wintry snow
then will my love return to me


 * Refrain