SAIR SAIR WAS MY HEART.
Sair sair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean,
An' sair sair I sigh’d, while the tears stood in my een
For my daddie is but poor, an' my fortune is sae sma'
It gars me leave my dative Caledonia.
When I think on days now gane, an' sae happy's I hae been,
While wand'ring wi' my dear whare the primrose blaws un-seen:
I'm wae to leave my Lassie an' Daddie's cot ava,
Or to leave the health-fu' breeze o' Caledonia.
But wherever I wander, still happy be my Jean,
Nae care disturb her bosom, where peace has ever been,
Then tho' ills on ills befa' me, for her I'll bear them a',
Though aft I'll heave s sigh for Caledonia.
But should riches e'er be mine, and my Jeanie still be true,
Then blaw ye fav'ring breeze till my native land I view;
