Robert Burns

Sae Far Awa

written in 1791

O sad and heavy should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My native land sae far awa. Thou that of a' things Maker art, That form'd this Fair sae far awa, Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start At this my way sae far awa. How true is love to pure desert, So love to her sae far awa: And nocht can heal my bosom's smart, While, Oh, she is sae far awa. Nane other love, nane other dart, I feel, but her's sae far awa; But fairer never touch'd a heart Than her's, the Fair sae far awa.

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