Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Greenlaw | | Bonnie Greenlaw | | Hugh Macdonald (1817–1860) |
| | | O, THE CAULD breath o’ winter, sae bitter and keen | |
| Has stown frae the woodlands their mantles o’ green; | |
| Nae wee bird sings sweetly, nae flower blossoms braw; | |
| A’ nature ’s grown cheerless at bonnie Greenlaw. | |
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| But ’t isna the sang o’ the mavis we mourn, | 5 |
| Nor the wee droopin’ harebell sae withered and torn; | |
| There ’s a form and a face, there ’s a sweet smile awa’, | |
| That ance gladdened winter at bonnie Greenlaw. | |
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| Short syne seems the time when in simmer’s nicht gloom, | |
| Wi’ laughin’ and daffin’, we pu’d the Law-bloom, | 10 |
| Or scaured the wee lambs o’er the fresh dewy lea, | |
| While jinkin’ in joy round the auld saughen-tree. | |
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| When the bright sun o’ hairst slippit doun to his bed, | |
| We soucht the row’n tree for his berries sae red; | |
| While the short hours o’ gladness gaed smilin’ awa’, | 15 |
| Undimmed by a’ care frae the woods o’ Greenlaw. | |
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| When the sweet spring returns, and cauld winter is gane, | |
| The primrose and gowan we ’ll welcome again; | |
| But there ’s ae flower, I ween, we lo’ed better than a’, | |
| That we ’ll ne’er meet again ’mang the woods o’ Greenlaw. | 20 | | | |
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