What a Voice Songtext
von Emily Smith

What a voice, oh what a voice
Oh what a voice I hear
It is like the voice of Willie my dear
And if I had wings like that swallow up high
I would clasp in the arms o′ my Billy Boy
Oh for when my apron, it hung low
My love would follow me through frost and snow
But now my apron it stay my shins
He passes me by and ne'er spears in For it′s up unto yon white hoosed brae
He's tae'd a strange girlie all upon his knee
And he′s telt her a tale that he ain′s telt me
Oh I wish, how I wish
Oh I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I ne'er will be
Until a nipple it grows on an orange tree