Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay by Robert Burns

Cauld is the e’enin blast,

  O’ Boreas o’er the pool,

An’ dawin’ it is dreary,

  When birks are bare at Yule.

Cauld blaws the e’enin blast,

  When bitter bites the frost,

And, in the mirk and dreary drift,

  The hills and glens are lost:

Ne’er sae murky blew the night

  That drifted o’er the hill,

But bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

  Gat grist to her mill.

This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.