A little more light on an old thread...

In Kilmarnock Town there lived a lass
She was handsome young and fair
She was courted by a miner lad
Who left her in despair.

For seven long years he courted her
Till a babe was to be born
Will oh will you marry me
Before my child is born

To marry you to marry you
That's a thing I will not do
So go home and tell your parents now
These words I spoke to you

To go home and tell my parents
It would bring to them disgrace
No I'd rather go and drown myself
In a lonely quarry place

Then one day as he was walking
Aye a-walking by the Clyde
Why he chanced to see a body there
Come floating with the tide

He lifted up its lily-white hand
And he pressed it to his side
Crying god forgive me for what I've done
She should have been my bride

...heard from a woman in Whitby N.Yorkshire 1973 'learned from a
soldier during the war [W.W.2]'.