Highland Mary: Around sweet Highland Mary's grave, we'll plant the fairest of Lillies, The primrose sweet, and violet blue, likewise the daffodillies; But since this world's been grown so wide, In some lonesome place We'll tarry, Welcome then gather me to sleep, with my Highland Mary. Constant Billy Oh, my Billy, my constant Billy, When shall I see my Billy again? When the fishes fly over the ocean, Then shall you see your Billy again. Bonny Green Garters First for the stockings, and then for the shoes, And then for the bonny green garters, A pair for me, and a pair for you, And a pair for them that comes after. Maid Of The Mill There's fifty fair maidens, that sports on the green, I gar'd on them, well as you see, But the Maid of the Mill, the Maid of the Mill, The Maid of the Mill for me. She is straight and tall as a poplar tree, Her cheeks are red as rose, She is one of the fairest young girls I see, When she's dressed in her Sunday clothes. The Maid of the Mill, the Maid of the Mill, The Maid of the Mill for me. Willow Tree Once they said my lips were red, now they're scarlet pale; While I, like a silly girl, believed his flattering tale. But he vowed he'd never deceive me, and so fondly I believed he, While the stars and the moon so sweetly shone, Over the willow tree.