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 Gloomy Winter's come again.

Gloomy winters come agnin, Heavy fa’s the fleet and rain; Flecky fnaw decks white the plain. and ilka thing looks dreary O. Roary froft o’erfpreads cach dale, Glazing firm each chryftal rill, It minds me o’ fickle fel, my fair, but faithlefs Mary O

Lanely I tread each tractlefs way, Where with thee Mary I did ftray, my heart oppreft with grief and wae. Thou art falfe and looks dreary O. The high clad hill o’er tap the clouds, The hare flees timerous thro' the wood, The trees forfaken by their buds, Emblems of me and mary O.

A' around deferted looks. Tangles fringe the barren rocks. And children by the in gleneucks Tell tales that make them cerie O. Storms may rage and tempers roar, Reftlefs billows beat the fhore, Joy on earth I’ll ne’er hae more, But live and mourn my mary O.