Robert Burns, 1788
O how can I be blythe and glad,|
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonie lad that I lo'e best
Is o'er the hills and far awa!
2. It's no the frosty winter wind,
3. 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.
4. A pair o' glooves he bought to me,
5. 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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