The bonie Lad that's far away

O how can I be blithe and glad,Or how can I gang brisk and braw,When the bonie lad that I lo'e bestIs o'er the hills and far awa?

It's no the frosty winter wind,It's no the driving drift and snaw;But ay the tear comes in my e'e,To think on him that's far awa.

My father pat me frae his door,My friends they hae disown'd me a':But I hae ane will tak my part,The bonie lad that's far awa.

A pair o' gloves he gae to me,And silken snoods he gae me twa;And I will wear them for his sake,The bonie lad that's far awa.

The weary winter soon will pass,And spring will cleed the birken-shaw:And my sweet babie will be born,And he'll came hame that's far awa.