Wandering Willie. (First Version.)

I.

    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.

II.

    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.

III.

    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.

IV.

    But if he's forgotten his faithfulest 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.