I. Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary, And Leave Old Scotia'S Shore? Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary, Across Th' Atlantic'S Roar? Ii. O Sweet Grows The Lime And The Orange, And The Apple On The Pine; But A' The Charms O' The Indies Can Never Equal Thine. Iii. I Hae Sworn By The Heavens To My Mary, I Hae Sworn By The Heavens To Be True; And Sae May The Heavens Forget Me When I Forget My Vow! Iv. O Plight Me Your Faith, My Mary, And Plight Me Your Lily White Hand; O Plight Me Your Faith, My Mary, Before I Leave Scotia'S Strand. V. We Hae Plighted Our Troth, My Mary, In Mutual Affection To Join; And Curst Be The Cause That Shall Part Us! The Hour And The Moment O' Time!