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 Yea cauld sleety clouds skiffs alang the bleak mountains, And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae, While down the step glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountains That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. It's no its loud roar on the wintry wind swelling, It's no the cauld blast brings the tears t' my ee, For I saw my bonny Scots , The dark days a' winter were simmer to me.

NANCY's to the greenwood gane, To hear the gowdspink chatt'ring: And Willie he has followed her, To gain her love by flatt'ring. But a' that he could say or do, She gock'd and scorn'd at him : And aye when he began to woo, She bid him mind wha gae him.

What ails ye at my dad quoth he, My minny or my aunty? With sroudy-mowdy they fed me Lang-kail and ranty-tanty: