The Pocket Songster/Gloomy Winter's Now Awa'
GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA'.
Gloomy winter's now awa',
Saft the westling breezes blaw,
'Mang the birks o' Stanly shaw
The mavis sings fu' cheery 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,
Blythely spend the gowden day,
'Midst joys that never weary O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Lav'rocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs, with downy buds,
Adorn the banks sae briery O;
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feathery breckans fringe the rocks,
'Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheery O;
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. Tannahill.