363. Gloomy Winter’s Now Awa’

Robert Tannahill (1774—1810)

  GLOOMY winter’s now awa’,

  Saft the westlan’ breezes blaw,

  ’Mang the birks o’ Stanley-shaw

  The mavis sings fu’ cheerie, O!

  Sweet the crawflower’s early bell

  Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,

  Blooming like thy bonnie sel’,

  My young, my artless dearie, O!

  Come, my lassie, let us stray

  O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,

  Blithely spend the gowden day

  ’Midst joys that never weary, O!

  Towering o’er the Newton wuds,

  Adorn the banks sae briery, O!

  Round the sylvan fairy nooks

  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!