Folk Song

X:1 T:De'il Take The War! C:Trad K: W:1. W:De'il take the war, that hurried Willy from me, W:Who to love me just had sworn. W:They made him captain, sure, to undo me: W:Woe is me, he'll ne'er return. W:A thousand loons abroad will fight him, W:He from thousands ne'er will run. W:Day and night I did invite W:To stay safe from the sword and gun: W:I used alluring graces, W:With muckle kind embraces, W:Now sighing, then crying, tears dropping fall. W:And had he my soft arms W:Preferred to wars alarms, W:By love grown mad, without Man of Gad, W:I fear in my fit had granted all! W:. W:2. W:I washed and patched to make me look provoking, W:Snares that they told me would catch the men, W:And on my head a huge commode sat cocking, W:Which made me show as tall again; W:For a new gown too I paid muckle money, W:Which with golden flowers did shine. W:My love well might think me gay and bonny; W:No Scotch lass was e'er so fine. W:My petticoat I spotted, W:Fringe too with thread I knotted, W:Lace shoes, and silk hose, garter full over knee. W:But oh! the fatal thought; W:To Willy these are naught, W:Who rid to towns, and rifled with dragoons, W:When he, silly loon, might have plundered me! % % % % %]