Bonny Barbara Allan (1815-1825)/Here awa, there awa

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see Wandering Willie.

WANDERING WILLIE.

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, hand awa hame;
Come to my bosomy, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.

Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting,
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee;
Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie,
The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of ⟨your⟩ slumbers,
How your dread howling lover alarms
Wauken ye breezes, ⟨row⟩ gently ye lows,
And waft my dear ladie ance mair ⟨in⟩ my arms

But oh, if he's faithless and mind nae Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide-roa(illegible text) m
May I never see it, may I never trow
But, dying, believe that my Willie's ain.

FINIS.