Had awa frae me, Donald

O had awa, had awa,

Had awa frae me, Donald;

Your heart is made o'er big for ane,

It is not meet for me, Donald.

Some fickle mistress you may find,

Will change as aft as thee, Donald;

To ilka swain she will prove kind,

And nae less kind to thee, Donald.

First when you courted, I must own,

I frankly favour'd you, Donald:

Apparent worth, and fair renown,

Made me believe you true, Donald.

Ilk virtue then seem'd to adorn

The man esteem'd by me, Donald,

But, now the mask is fallen, I scorn

To ware a thought on thee, Donald.

And now, for ever had awa,

Had awa frae me, Donald;

Gae seek a heart that's like thy ain,

And come nae mair to me, Donald.

For I'll reserve mysell for ane,

For ane that's liker me, Donald:

If sic a ane I canna find,

I'll ne'er love man, nor thee, Donald.