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Hull-a mack-a-doo, Hoo-ro-va-hee, Hoo-ro-va-hin-da, Hee-ro-va-hin-da
Hull-a mack-a-doo, Hoo-ro-va-hee, O dick O deck O dandy.
When will someone come to me ?
Will he come by land or sea ?
Will he my own lover be ?
Oh tell me truly, wheel-o.
Wheel o'fate, what it's you say ?
This year, next, or ne'er a day ?
When will wooer come my way ?
Oh tell me truly, wheel-o.
Be he dark or be he fair ?
Shy or bold or debonnair ?
Ribbons braw will deck my hair
To meet and greet my tur love.
Boy :
Oh black is the colour, of my true love's hair,
Her lips are like, some roses fair,
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground, whereon she stands.
Girl :
But black is the colour, of my true love's hair,
His face are like, some rosy fair,
The prettiest face, and the neatest hands,
I love the ground, whereon he stands.
Bold :
The winter passed, and the leaves are green,
The time is passer, that we have seen,
But still I hope, the time will come,
When you and I, shall be as one.
Bold :
I go to the Clyde, and I mourn and weep,
For satisfied, I ne'er can be,
I write you a letter, just a few short lines,
And suffer death, ten thousand times.
Boy :
I love my love, and well he knows,
I love the ground, whereon she goes,
I hope the day, will one day come,
When She and I, will be as one.
Girl :
I love my love, and well he knows,
I love the ground, whereon he goes,
If you no more, on earth I see,
I can't serve you, as you have me.
Bold :
So fare you well, my own true love,
The time is passed, but I wish you well,
But still I hope, the time will come,
When you and I, shall be as one.