Robert Burns

The bonie lad that's far awa

written in 1792

O how can I be blythe and glad, Or how can I gang brisk and braw, When the bonnie lad that I loe best, Is o'er the hills and far awa. [It's no the frosty winter wind, It's no the driving drift and snaw, But ay the tear comes in my e'e, To think on him that's far awa.] My father pat me frae his door, My friends they hae disown'd me a'; But there is ane will take my part, The bonie lad that's far awa. A pair o' gloves he bought to me, And silken snoods he gae me twa, And I will wear them for his sake, The bonie lad that's far awa. O weary winter soon will pass, And spring will cleed the birken shaw: And my young babie will be born, And he'll be hame that's far awa.

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