wandering willie—first version
here awa, there awa, wandering willie,
now tired with wandering, haud awa hame;
 e to my bosom, my ae only dearie,
and tell me thou bring'st me my willie the same.
loud blew the cauld winter winds at our parting;
it was na the blast brought the tear in my e'e:
now wee the simmer, and wee my willie,
the simmer to nature, my willie to me.