Beneath the Willow Tree/Now Winter Wi' His Cloudy Braw

by Robert Tannahill

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Now Winter wi' his cloudy Brow.

Now Winter wi' his cloudy brow,
is far ayont yon mountains,
And spring beholds her azure sky,
reflected in the fountains.

Now on the budding slae-thorn bank
milyhserspr ads her blossom;
And wooes the mirly breasted birds
to nestle in her bosom.

But lately, a' was clad wi' snaw,
sae darksome, dull, and dreary;
Now lav'rocks sing to hail the spring,
an' nature all is cheery.