Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 396. Song—Wandering Willie |
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| 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; | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| Ye hurricanes rest in the cave o’your slumbers, | |
| O how your wild horrors a lover alarms! | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| But, dying, believe that my Willie’s my ain! | |
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