ye hurricanes rest in the cave o'your slumbers,

o how your wild horrors a lover rms!

awaken ye breezes, row gently ye billows,

and waft my dearddie ance mair to my arms.

but if he's forgotten his faithfullest nannie,

o still flow between us, thou wide roaring main;

may i never see it, may i never trow it,

but, dying, believe that my willie's my ain!