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| KEEN blaws the wind o’er the braes o’ Gleniffer, | |
| The auld castle’s turrets are cover’d wi’ snaw; | |
| How changed frae the time when I met wi’ my lover | |
| Amang the broom bushes by Stanley-green shaw: | |
| The wild flowers o’ summer were spread a’ sae bonnie, | 5 |
| The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; | |
| But far to the camp they hae march’d my dear Johnnie, | |
| And now it is winter wi’ nature and me. | |
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| Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery, | |
| Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; | 10 |
| Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary, | |
| And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw. | |
| The trees are a’ bare, and the birds mute and dowie, | |
| They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, | |
| And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie, | 15 |
| ’Tis winter wi’ them, and ’tis winter wi’ me. | |
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| You cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain, | |
| And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae; | |
| While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain, | |
| That murmur’d sae sweet to my laddie and me. | 20 |
| ’Tis no its loud roar on the wintry winds swellin’, | |
| ’Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears to my e’e, | |
| For, O! gin I saw but my bonnie Scotch callan’, | |
| The dark days o’ winter were summer to me! | |
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