King George IV. his welcome to Scotland/Gloomy winter's come again
GLOOMY WINTER’s COME AGAIN.
Gloomy Winter’s come again,
Heavy fa’s the sleet and rain;
Flecky snaw decks white the plain,
And ilka thing looks dreary, O!
Hoary frost o’erspreads each dale,
Glazing firm each chrystal rill,
It minds me o’ thy fickle sel’,
My fair, but faithless Mary, O.
Lanely I tread each tractless way,
Where with thee, Mary, I did stray,
My heart oppress’d with grief and wae,
Thou’rt false, and a’ looks weary, O.
The high clad hills o’ertap the clouds,
The hare flees tim’rous the woods,
The trees forsaken by their buds,
Emblems of me and Mary, O!
A’ around deserted looks!
Tangles fringe the barren rocks,
And children by the ingle-neuks
Tell tales that make them earie, O.
Storms may rage, and tempests roar,
Restless billows beat the shore,
Joy on earth I’ll ne’er ha’e more,
But live and mourn my Mary, O.