song—will ye go to the indies, my mary?
tune—“will ye go to the ewe-bughts, marion.”
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,