Poem by Robert Burns

Sae Far Awa

O SAD and heavy should I part,
  But for her sake, sae far awa;
Unknowing what my way may thwart,
  My native land sae far awa.
Thou that of a’ things Maker art,
  That form’d this Fair sae far awa,
Gie body strength, then I’ll ne’er start
  At this my way sae far awa.

How truer is love to pure desert!
  Like mine for her, sae far awa:
And nocht can heal my bosom’s smart,
  While, oh! she is sae far awa.
Nane other love, nane other dart,
  I feel but her’s, sae far awa;
But fairer never touch’d a heart
  Tuan her’s, the fair sae far awa.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Flowery Banks of Cree

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