The Book of Scottish Song/Gloomy winter's come again
Gloomy winter's come again.
[James Aitchison, printer, Edinburgh.—Tune, "Gloomy winter's now awa'."]
Gloomy winter's come again;
Heavy fa's the sleet and rain;
Flaky snaw decks white the plain,
Whare nature bloom'd sae cheerie, O.
Hoary frost o'erspreads the dell,
Giazing firm each crystal rill;
They mind me o' thy fickle sel',
My fair yet faithless Mary, O.
I lanely tread each trackless way,
Whare wi' thee, Mary, I did stray,
My heart's oppress'd wi' grief and wae,
Thou'rt false, and a' looks drearie, O.
The snaw-clad hills o'ertap the cluds,
The hares rin tim'rous through the wuds,
The trees, forsaken by their buds,
Are emblems o' my Mary, O.
A' around deserted looks,
Tangles fringe the barren rocks.
While bairnies by the ingle nooks,
Tell tales that mak' them eerie, O.
Storms may rage, and tempests roar,
Restless billows beat the shore,
Joy on earth I'll find no more.
Unless I'm blest wi' Mary, O.