Blackbird

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear

It's like the voice of my Willy dear

But if I had wings like that swallow high

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy

What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear

It's like the voice of my Willy dear

But if I had wings like that swallow high

I would clasp in the arms o' my Billy boy

When my apron it hung low

My true love followed through frost and snow

And noo my apron it is tae my chin

He passes me by and he ne'er spiers in

There is a blackbird sits on yon tree

Some says it is blind and it cannae see

Some says it is blind and it cannae see

And so is my true love tae me