O, sad and heavy should I part
But for her sake sae far awa,
Unknowing what my way may thwart-
My native land sae far awa,
Thou that of a' things Maker art,
That formed this Fair sae far awa
Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start
At this my way sae Far awa!
How true is love to pure desert!
So love to her sae far awa,
And nocht shall heal my bosom's smart
While, Oh, she is sae far awa!
Nane other love, nane other dart
I feel, but hers sae far awa;
But fairer never touch'd a heart
Than hers, the fair sae far awa