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GLOOMY WINTER’S NOW AWA,
Gloomy winter’s now awa
Salt the western breezes blaw;
Mang the birks o’ Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu’ chaerie, O.
Sweet the crow-flower’s early bell.
Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell.
Blooming like thy bonnie sell,
my young, my artless dearie, O.
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O’er Glenkilloch’s sunnie brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day
midst joys that never weary O,
Towering o’er woods
Lavrocks fan te clouds,
Siller saughs wi’ downy buds
adorn the banks sae briery
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feath’ry brackens fringe the rocks,
'Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
and ilka thing is cheerie 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.
NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.
And are ye sure the news is true?
and are ye sure he’s weel?
Is this a time to talk o’ wark?
mak haste set by your wheel.
