Six songs (Kilmarnock)/Wandering Willie

WANDERING WILLIE.

HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
⁠Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
⁠Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.

Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our partin
⁠Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee;
Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willi
⁠The simmer to nature-my Willie to me.

Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumber
⁠How your dread howling a lover alarms:
Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,
⁠And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arm

But oh, if he's faithless, and minds nae his Nannie
⁠Flow still between us this wide roaring main
May I never see it, may I never true it,
⁠But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.