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!