The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The bonie Lad that's far away
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THE BONIE LAD THAT'S FAR AWAY.
TUNE—'OWRE THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY.'
O how can I be blithe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonie lad that I lo'e best
Is o'er the hills and far awa?
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonie lad that I lo'e best
Is o'er the hills and far awa?
It's no the frosty winter wind,
It's no the driving drift and snaw;
But ay the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa.
It's no the driving drift and snaw;
But ay the tear comes in my e'e,
To think on him that's far awa.
My father pat me frae his door,
My friends they hae disown'd me a':
But I hae ane will tak my part,
The bonie lad that's far awa.
My friends they hae disown'd me a':
But I hae ane will tak my part,
The bonie lad that's far awa.
A pair o' gloves he gae to me,
And silken snoods he gae me twa;
And I will wear them for his sake,
The bonie lad that's far awa.
And silken snoods he gae me twa;
And I will wear them for his sake,
The bonie lad that's far awa.
The weary winter soon will pass,
And spring will cleed the birken-shaw:
And my sweet babie will be born,
And he'll came hame that's far awa.
And spring will cleed the birken-shaw:
And my sweet babie will be born,
And he'll came hame that's far awa.