Here awa', there awa'


Here awa', there awa', wandering, Willie, Here awa', there awa', haud awa' hame; Come to my bosom, my ae only deary, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Loud tho' the winter blew cauld on our parting, 'Twas na the blast brought the tear in my e'e: Welcome now Simmer, and welcome my Willie; The Simmer to Nature, my Willie to me. Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o' your slumbers, How you dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows! And waft my dear Laddie ance mair to my arms. But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nanie, 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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Shirley Henderson

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1792 and is read here by Shirley Henderson.

Themes for this song

love man anguish

Selected for 16 June

Another of Burns's many fine songs written from the point of view of a woman. Winter has parted these lovers, now perhaps summer will reunite them. But if the absent swain should prove unfaithful, death would be a better prospect than confirmation of his inconstancy. Incomprehensible to modern mores? Of course! But that was the tradition and the genre the poet was making use of.

Donny O'Rourke

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