Wandering Willie. (First Version.)

I.         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. II.         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. III.         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. IV.         But if he's forgotten his faithfulest 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.