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WANDERING WILLIE. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame; Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Winter winds blew loud and cauld atoud parting, [ee; Fears for my Willie brought tears in my Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to nature, my Willie to me. Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers, How your dread howling a lover alarms! Wauken ye breezes, row gently ye bil- lows, [my arms. And waft my dear laddie ance mair to