Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

396 . Song—Wandering Willie

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;

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.

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.

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,

But, dying, believe that my Willie’s my ain!