I'll ne'er trouble them nor thee, O!
She has open'd the door, she has open'd it wide;
She sees his pale corse on the plain, O!
‘My true love!’ she cried, and sank down by his side,
Never to rise again, O!
WANDERING WILLIE
Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, away
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; hold
Come to my bosom, my ae only dearie, one
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.