396. Song—Wandering Willie

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396. Song—Wandering Willie by Robert Burns

 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!

Form: Ballad

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