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.