Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haudawahame;
Come to my bosom, my ainonly dearie,
Tell me thou bring’st me my Willie the same.
Winter winds blew loud and cauldat our parting,
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e’e,
Welcome nowhSimmer, and welcome, my Willie,
The Simmerto 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, rowgently, ye billows,
And waft my dear laddieancemairto my arms.
Butoh, if he’s faithless, and minds nahis Nannie,
Flow 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!