The Lass o' Ballochmyle (1823, Glasgow)/Wandering Willie

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, 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 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 a lover alarms!
Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.

But oh, if he's faithless, and mind na his Nannie,
Plow still between us, thou wide-roaring main,
May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.

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