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