English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Robert Tannahill
363. Gloomy Winters Now Awa
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Saft the westlan’ breezes blaw,
’Mang the birks o’ Stanley-shaw
The mavis sings fu’ cheerie, O!
Sweet the crawflower’s early bell
Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sel’,
My young, my artless dearie, O!
O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day
’Midst joys that never weary, O!
Towering o’er the Newton wuds,
Laverocks fan the snaw-white cluds,
Siller saughs, wi’ downy buds,
Adorn the banks sae briery, O!
Feath’ry breckans 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 dearie, O!