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

It's no the frosty winter wind
It's no the driving drift and snaw;
But aye 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' glooves he bought to me
And silken snoods he gae me twa;
And I will wear them for his sake
The bonie lad that's far awa

O, weary Wintеr soon will pass
And Spring will cleed the birken shaw;
And my young babie will bе born
And he'll be hame that's far awa!