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T: HERE AWA, THERE AWA
O: 1811
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1811, p.267-269
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87686121
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
N: Removed flag from firs note (e) in bar 14.
N: Bar 13 has only 5 8th counts; fixed to match bar 9 and bar 13 in the 1806 edition.
M: 3/4
L: 1/8
K: G	% Mostly G, with endings in Em.
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|:\
d3 c (BA) | G3 A G2 | A3 G A2 | B2 e4 |
w: Here a-wa,* there a-wa, here a-wa, Wil-lie;
d3 c (BA) | G3 A B2 | B3 A B2 | E6 ::
w: Here a-wa,* there a-wa, haud a-wa hame:
B2 e2 ^d2 | (e3 f) g2 | d3 e (dB) |
w: Lang hae I sought* thee, dear hae I*
(B3 c) d2 | B2 e2 ^d2 | e3 f g2 |
w: bought* thee, Now I hae | got-ten my
B3 A B2 | E6 :|
w: Wil-lie a-gain.
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W:2.Through the lang muir I hae follow'd my Willie,
W:    Through the lang muir I hae follow'd him hame;
W:  Whate'er betide us, nought shall divide us,
W:    Love now rewards a' my sorrow and pain.
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W:
W:3.Here awa, there awa, here awa, Willie,
W:    Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame:
W:  Come, love, believe me, naething can grieve me;
W:    Ilka thing pleases when Willie's at hame.
W:
W:4.Gin ye meet my love, kiss her and clap her,
W:    And gin ye meet my love, dinna think shame:
W:  Gin ye meet my love, kiss her and clap her,
W:    And shew her the way to haud awa hame.
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T: WANDERING WILLIE
K:
W:1.Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie,
W:    Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
W:  Come to my bosom, my ain only deary,
W:    Tell me thou bring'st me, my Willie, the same.
W:
W:2.Winter winds blew loud and cauld at our parting;
W:    Fears for my Willie brought tears in my ee:
W:  Welcome now simmer, and welcome my Willie,
W:    The simmer to nature, my Willie to me.
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W:
W:3.Rest, ye wild storms, in the cave of your slumbers;
W:    How your dread howling a lover alarms!
W:  Wauken, ye breezes! row gently, ye billows!
W:    And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms.
W:
W:4.But, ah! if he's faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
W:    Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main;
W:  May I never see it, may I never trow it,
W:    But, dying, believe that my Willie's my ain.
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