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Gloomy winter's now awa

Saft the western breezes blaw ;

Mang the birks o' Stanley slaw

the mavis sings fu' cheerie, O.

Sweet the crow-flower's early bell,

Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,

Blooming like thy bonnie sell,

my young, my artless dearie, O.

Come, my lassie, let us stray

O'er Glenkilloch's sunnie brae,

Blythely spend the gowden day

midst joys that never weary O.

Towering o'er  Newton woods

Lavrocks fan e snaw-white clouds,

Siller saughs wi' downy buds

adorn the banks sae briery

Round the sylvan fairy nooks,

Feath'ry brackens 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.

And are ye sure the news is true?

and are ye sure he's weel?

Is this a time to talk o' wark?

mak haste set by your wheel.