What A Voice by Emily Smith Lyrics

What a voice, oh what a voice, oh what a voice I hear*
It is like the voice o Willie my dear
And if I had wings like that swallow up high
I would clasp in the arms o ma Billy boy
Oh for when my apron it hung low
My love would follow me through frost and snow
But noo ma apron it’s tae ma shins
He passes me by and ne’er spears in
For its up onto yon white hoose brae
He’s ta’en a strange girlie all upon his knee
And he’s telt her a tale that he yince telt me
Oh I wish, how I wish, oh I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I ne’er will be
Until an aipple it grows on an orange tree