ye hurricanes rest in the cave o'your slumbers,
o how your wild horrors a lover alarms!
awaken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,
and waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.
but if he's forgotten his faithfullest nannie,
o still flow 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!