When Maggy Gangs Away

O What will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away ?
O what will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away ?
There's no a heart in a' the glen
That disna dread the day.
O what will a' the lads do
When Maggy gangs away ?

Young Jock has ta'en the hill for't —
A waefu' wight is he ;
Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for't,
An' laid him down to dee ;
An' Sandy's gane unto the kirk,
And learnin' fast to pray.
And, O, what will the lads do
When Maggy gangs away ?

The young laird o' the Lang- Shaw
Has drunk her health in wine ;
The priest has said — in confidence —
The lassie was divine —
And that is mair in maiden's praise
Than ony priest should say :
But, O, what will the lads do
When Maggy gangs away ?

The wailing in our green glen
That day will quaver high,
'Twill draw the redbreast frae the wood,
The laverock frae the sky;
The fairies frae their beds o' dew
Will rise an' join the lay :
An' hey ! what a day will be
When Maggy gangs away !