I WILL awa wi' my love,
I will awa wi' her,
Tho' a' my kin had sworn and said,
I 'll o'er Bogie wi' her.
If I can get but her consent,
I dinna care a strae,
Tho ilka ane be discontent,
Awa wi' her I 'll gae.
I will awa, &c.

For now she 's mistress of my heart,
And worthy of my hand,
And well I wat we shanna part,
For siller or for land.
Let rakes delyte to swear and drink,
And beaus admire fine lace,
But my chief pleasure is to blink
On Betty's bonny face.
I will awa, &c.

There a' the beauties do combine,
Of colour, traits, and air,
The saul that sparkles in her een
Makes her a jewel rare;
Her flowing wit gives shining life
To a' her other charms;
How blest I 'll be when she 's my wife,
And lockt up in my arms.
I will awa, &c.

There blythly will I rant and sing,
While o'er her sweets I range,
I 'll cry, Your humble servant, king,
Shamefa' them that wad change.
A kiss of Betty and a smile,
Ab'eet ye wad lay down
The right ye hae to Britain's isle,
And offer me your crown.
I will awa, &c.