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HERE AWA\ THERE AWA\ |
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Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting;
Fears for my Willie brought tears to my e'e ; Welcome now, simmer, and welcome, my Willie,
The simmer to nature, and Willie to me. |
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Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers;
How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows !
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. |
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4-But, oh ! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main ! May I never see it, may I never trow it,
But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain ! |
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H. 4868. |
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