wandering willie—first version

here awa, there awa, wandering willie,

now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;

e 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 wele the simmer, and wele my willie,

the simmer to nature, my willie to me.