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!