As I Was A-Wand'ring / Robert Burns

I.

As I was a-wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin',

The pipers and youngsters were making their game;

Amang them I spied my faithless fause lover,

Which bled a' the wound o' my dolour again.

Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him;

I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,

My heart it shall never be broken for ane.

II.

I could na get sleeping till dawin for greetin',

The tears trickled down like the hail and the rain:

Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken,

For, oh! luve forsaken's a tormenting pain.

III.

Although he has left me for greed o' the siller,

I dinna envy him the gains he can win;

I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow

Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him.

Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him,

I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;

I flatter my fancy I may get anither,

My heart it shall never be broken for ane.