song—will ye go to the indies, ry?

tune—“will ye go to the ewe-bughts, rion.”

will ye go to the indies, ry,

and leave auld scotia's shore?

will ye go to the indies, ry,

across th' antic roar?

o sweet grows the li and the orange,

and the apple on the pine;

but a' the char o' the indies

can never equal thine.

i hae sworn by the heavens to ry,