Six songs (Kilmarnock)/Wandering Willie

WANDERING WILLIE.

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

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

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumber
How your dread howling a lover alarms:
Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arm

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds nae his Nannie
Flow still between us this wide roaring main
May I never see it, may I never true it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.