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How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover.
Amang the broom bushes by Stanely green sha(illegible text)
The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' ae bonny,
The mavis sang sweet frae the green bi ken tree
But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie,
And now it is winter wi' nature and me.
Then ilk thing around us was blithesome an ⟨cheery,⟩
Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw
Now naething is heard but the wind whistling ⟨dreary,⟩
And naething is seen but the wide-speading ⟨snaw⟩
The trees are a' bare, an' the birds mu e a n to ⟨down⟩
They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee,
An' chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,
'Tis winter with them, and 'tis winter wi' me.
Yon cauld sleety clouds skiffs alang the break mountains,
And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky br(illegible text)
While down the step glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountains
