I’ll cheer up my heart.
As I was a walking ae May morning,
The fiddlers an' youngsters were making their game,
And there I saw my faithless lover,
And a' my sorrows return'd again.
Well since he is gane, joy gang wi' him;
It's ne'er be he shall gar me complain:
I'll cheer up my heart, and I will get anither;
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane.
I could na get sleeping yestreen for weeping,
The tears ran down like showers o' rain;
An' had na I got greiting my heart wad a broken;
And O! but love's a tormenting pain.
But since he is gane, may joy gae wi' him;
It's never be he that shall gar me complain:
I'll cheer up my heart, and I will get anither;
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane.
When I gade into my mither's new house,
I took my wheel and sat down to spin;
'Twas there I first began my thrift;
And a' the wooers came linking in.
It was gear he was seeking, but gear he'll na get;
And it's never be he that shall gar me complain:
For I'll cheer up my heart, and I'll soon get anither;
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane.