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 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.