The Song Book No. 4/Gloomy Winter's Now Awa
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GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA.
Gloomy winter's now awa
Saft the western breezes blaw;
Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie, O.
Sweet the crow-flower's early bell,
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sell,
my young, my artless dearie, O.
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunnie brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day
midst joys that never weary O.
Saft the western breezes blaw;
Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie, O.
Sweet the crow-flower's early bell,
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sell,
my young, my artless dearie, O.
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunnie brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day
midst joys that never weary O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods
Lavrocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs wi' downy buds
adorn the banks sae briery O.
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feath'ry brackens fringe the rocks,
Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' thee my deerie O.
Lavrocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs wi' downy buds
adorn the banks sae briery O.
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feath'ry brackens fringe the rocks,
Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' thee my deerie O.