Here Awa’, There Awa’.
Words by Burns.
Arranged by Finlay Dun.
Here awa’, there awa’, wandering Willie!
Here awa’, there awa’, haud awa’ hame!
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie;
Tell me thou bringst me my Willie the same.
Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our partin’;
Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e’e;
Welcome now, summer, and welcome, my Willie;
The summer to nature, my Willie to me.
Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers!
How your dread howling a lover alarms!
Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows!
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.
But, oh, if he’s faithless, and minds na his 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!