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.