The Bonnie Lad That’s Far Awa
O how can I be blithe and glad,
Or how can I gang brisk and braw,
When the bonnie lad that I lo’e 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 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 bonnie 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 bonnie 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.