The Canary/The young Highland Rover
For other versions of this work, see The Young Highland Rover.
The young Highland Rover.
Tune—Morag.
⟨Loud⟩ blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover,⟨Like⟩ winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland rover⟨Far⟩ wanders nations over.⟨Where'er⟩ he go, where'er he stray,May Heaven be his warden;⟨Return⟩ him safe to fair Strathspey,And bonny Castle Gordon
The trees now naked groaning, Shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,The birdies dowie moaning, Shall a be blythely singing, And every flower be springing,Sae I'll rejoice the lee-lang day, When by his mighty wardenMy youth's return'd to fair Strathspey, And bonny Castle Gordon.