As I Was A-Wand'Ring.

Tune - "Rinn Meudial mo Mhealladh." I.         As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin',             The pipers and youngsters were making their game;         Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover,             Which bled a' the wound o' my dolour again.         Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him;             I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;         I flatter my fancy I may get anither,             My heart it shall never be broken for ane. II.         I could na get sleeping till dawin for greetin',             The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain:         Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken,             For, oh! luve forsaken's a tormenting pain. III.         Although he has left me for greed o' the siller,             I dinna envy him the gains he can win;         I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow             Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.         Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him,             I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;         I flatter my fancy I may get anither,             My heart it shall never be broken for ane.