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.