Paddy MacShane/Gloomy Winter's Now Awa

by Robert Tannahill

For other versions of this work, see Gloomy Winter's Now Awa' (Tannahill).

GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA.

Gloomy Winter's now awa,
Saft the westlin breezes blaw:

Mang the birks o’ Stanly shaw
⁠The mavis sings fu’ cheerie, O,
Sweet the craw-flow’rs early bell
Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonny sel’,
⁠My young my artless dearie, O.
Come, my lassie, let us stray,
O’er Glenkilloch’s sunnie brae,
Biythely spend the gowden day,
Midst joys that never wearie, O.

Tow’ring o’er the Newtown woods,
Lavrocks fan the snaw-white clouds;
Siller saughs, wi’ downie buds,
⁠Adorn the bank sae brierie, O.
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feath’ry breckans fringe the rocks,
’Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
⁠And ilka thing is eheerie, O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,
⁠Unless wi’ thee, my dearie, O.