Loud tho' the winter blew cauld at our parting,
'Twas na the blast brought the tear in my e'e;
Welcome now, Simmer, and welcome, my Willie,
The Simmer to Nature, my Willie to me!
Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o' your slumbers;
How your dread howling a lover alarms!
Wauken, ye breezes, row gently, ye billows, Awake
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. once more
But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
Flow still between us, thou wide-roaring main;