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How changed frae the time when I met wi' my love
Amang the broom bushes by Stanely green shaw
The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae
bonny,
The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree,
But far to the camp they hae marched my dear
Johnnie,
And now it is winter wi' nature and me.
Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery
Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw;
Now naethind is heard but the wind whistling dreary
And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw
The trees are a' bare, an' the birds mute and dowie,
They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as
they flee,
An' chirp out their plaints seeming wae for ym
Johnnie,
'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me.
Yon cauld sleety clouds skiffs alang the bleak mountains,
And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae,
While down the steep glen bawls the snaw-flooded
fountains,
That murmer'd sae sweet to my laddie and me.
