the bonie lad thats far awa（1/1）

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 teares 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.