Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  wandering willie—first version
  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!