The Bonie Lad That’s Far Awa
O how can I be blythe and glad,Or how can I gang brisk and braw,When the bonie lad that I lo’e bestIs o’er the hills and far awa!
It’s no the frosty winter wind,It’s no the driving drift and snaw;But aye 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 I hae ane will tak my part,The bonie lad that’s far awa.
A pair o’ glooves 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.