 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
NOW WINTER, WI' HIS CLOUDY BROW.
Now winter, wi' his cloudy brow,
Is far ayont yon mountains,
And spring beholds her azure sky
Reflected in the fountains.
Now, on the budding slaethorn bank,
She spreads her early blossom,
And woos the mirly-breasted birds
To nestle in her bosom.
But lately a' was clad wi' snaw,
Sae darksome, dull, and dreary,
Now laverocks sing to hail the spring,
And Nature all is cheery.
Is far ayont yon mountains,
And spring beholds her azure sky
Reflected in the fountains.
Now, on the budding slaethorn bank,
She spreads her early blossom,
And woos the mirly-breasted birds
To nestle in her bosom.
But lately a' was clad wi' snaw,
Sae darksome, dull, and dreary,
Now laverocks sing to hail the spring,
And Nature all is cheery.
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Then let us leave the town, my love,
And seek our country dwelling,
Where waving woods and spreading flow'rs
On every side are smiling.
We 'll tread again the daisied green,
Where first your beauty moved me;
We 'll trace again the woodland scene,
Where first ye owned ye loved me.
We soon will view the roses blaw
In a' the charms o' fancy;
For doubly dear these pleasures a',
When shared with you, my Nancy.
And seek our country dwelling,
Where waving woods and spreading flow'rs
On every side are smiling.
We 'll tread again the daisied green,
Where first your beauty moved me;
We 'll trace again the woodland scene,
Where first ye owned ye loved me.
We soon will view the roses blaw
In a' the charms o' fancy;
For doubly dear these pleasures a',
When shared with you, my Nancy.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |