Sae Far Awa

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 form'd 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 can heal my bosom's smart, While, Oh, she is sae far awa. Nane other love, nane other dart, I feel, but her's sae far awa; But fairer never touch'd a heart Than her's, the Fair sae far awa.


John Cairney

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1791 and is read here by John Cairney.

Themes for this poem

love future unhappiness

Selected for 15 September

On September 15th, 1773, the 'Hector' arrived in Pictou, Novia Scotia. She was carrying one hundred and eighty nine Highlanders. Famine, rent increases and the drift of people towards cities had caused many to emigrate. The voyage had taken them from Ullapool on Loch Broom to new lives in 'New Scotland'. Burns would have been a boy of fourteen at the time. Later he was to express his outrage at the Clearances. Today's selection is on a plaintive theme of parting.

Donny O'Rourke

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