by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary
Language: Scottish (Scots)
Available translation(s): FRE
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia's shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across th' Atlantic roar? O sweet grows the lime and the orange, And the apple on the pine; But a' the charms o' the Indies Can never equal thine. I hae sworn by the Heavens to my Mary, I hae sworn by the Heavens to be true; And sae may the Heavens forget me, When I forget my vow! O plight me your faith, my Mary, And plight me your lily-white hand; O plight me your faith, my Mary, Before I leave Scotia's strand. We hae plighted our troth, my Mary, In mutual affection to join; And curst be the cause that shall part us! The hour and the moment o' time!
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Tune: "Will ye go to the Ewe-Bughts, Marion."Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796), "Song -- Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary?" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by John Linton Gardner (1917 - 2011), "Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary?", op. 213 no. 4, published 1993 [ mixed chorus and orchestra ], from A Burns Sequence, no. 4, London : Oxford University Press [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2011-01-07
Line count: 20
Word count: 133