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.