Poems and Songs of R Wandering Willie—First Version

wandering willie—first version

here awa, there awa, wandering willie,

now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;

come to my bosom, my ae only dearie,

and tell me thou bring'st me my willie the same.

loud blew the cauld winter winds at our parting;

it was na the blast brought the tear in my e'e:

now welcome the simmer, and welcome my willie,

the simmer to nature, my willie to me.

ye hurricanes rest in the cave o'your slumbers,

o how your wild horrors a lover alarms!

awaken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,

and waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.

but if he's forgotten his faithfullest nannie,

o still flow 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!