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6 How changed frae the time when I met wi' my love
 * Amang the broom bushes by Stanely green shaw

The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae
 * bonny,
 * The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree,

But far to the camp they hae marched my dear
 * Johnnie,
 * And now it is winter wi' nature and me.

Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheery
 * Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw;

Now naethind is heard but the wind whistling dreary
 * And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw

The trees are a' bare, an' the birds mute and dowie,
 * They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as
 * they flee,

An' chirp out their plaints seeming wae for ym
 * Johnnie,
 * 'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me.

Yon cauld sleety clouds skiffs alang the bleak mountains,
 * And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae,

While down the steep glen bawls the snaw-flooded
 * fountains,
 * That murmer'd sae sweet to my laddie and me.