Song ("Sure Wolly will never return back again")

Sure Wolly will never return back again,
I've waited this hour or more;
Like the poor linnet, I am left to complain,
That sits on the whinns of the moor;
When will my Wolly return?
When will my Wolly return?
Some damsel has stole the dear heart of my swain,
And I shall ne'er see my sweet Wolly again.

The thrush and the ousel are now gone to rest,
The bat and the owl are a-wing,
The sun has this hour been sunk in the west,
And night-lulling nightingales sing;
Alack and a-well-a-day,
What can my Wolly delay?
Some damsel has stole the dear heart of my swain,
And I shall ne'er see my sweet Wolly again.