Here Awa’, There Awa’.
Words by Burns.
Arranged by Finlay Dun.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
