Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
221 . Song—The Bonie Lad that’s Far Awa
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 driving drift and snaw;
But aye the tear comes in my e’e,
To think on him that’s far awa.
My friends they hae disown’d me a’;
But I hae ane will tak my part,
The bonie lad that’s far awa.
And silken snoods he gae me twa;
And I will wear them for his sake,
The bonie lad that’s far awa.
And Spring will cleed the birken shaw;
And my young babie will be born,
And he’ll be hame that’s far awa.