HERE awa, there awa, wandering Willic, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame, Come to my bosom my ain only dearie, OPEN THE DOOR TO ME, OH! WITH ALTERATIONS. Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the OH, open the door, some pity to show, same. Winter-winds blew loud and caul at our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e, Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, As simmer to nature, so Willie to me. Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave o' your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Blow soft ye breezes! roll gently ye billows! And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. But oh, if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie, Flow still between us thou dark-heaving main ! May I never see it, may I never trow it, Oh, open the door to me, Oh! Tho' thou hast been false, I'll ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, Oh! At length I reach'd the bonnie glen, Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I, sweet lass, Sweet as yon hawthorn's blossom, O! happy, happy may he be, That's dearest to thy bosom! My purse is light, I've far to gang, And fain wad be thy lodger; I've serv'd my king and country lang, Take pity on a sodger. Sae wistfully she gaz'd on me, She gaz'd-she redden'd like a rose- The wars are o'er, and I'm come hame, For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The sodger's wealth is honour, MEG O' THE MILL. AIR-"O bonny lass, will you lie in a Barrack?' O KEN ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy; |