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!