O How Can I Be Blithe and Glad

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!