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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!
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.