The Bad wife/Thou art gane awa

Thou art gane awa, thou art gane awa,
Thou art gane awa from me Mary;
Nor friends nor I could make thee stay;
Thou hast cheated them and me Mary.
Until this hour I never thought
That ought could airer thee Mary;
Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,
Think what you will of me Mary.

Whate‘er he said or might pretend,
​That stole that heart of thine Mary;
True love I'm sure was ne'er his end,
Or use such love as thine Mary.
I spoke sincere nor flatter'd much
Had no unworthy thoughts Mary
Ambition, wealth, nor naething such,
No I lov'd only thee Mary.

Tho‘ you've been false, yet while I live,
No other maid I'll woo Mary;
Till friends forget and I forgive,
Thy wrongs to them and me Mary.
So then farewell, of this be sure,
Since you've been false to me Mary;
For all the world I'd not endure,
Half what I've done for thee Mary.