 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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NOW WINTER IS GANE.
[Now winter is gane, and the clouds flee away,
Yon bonnie blue sky how delightful to see,
Now linties and blackbirds sing on ilka spray
That flourishes round Woodhouselee.
The hawthorn is blooming,
The soft breeze perfuming,
O come, my dear lassie, the season is gay,
And naething mair lovely can be;
The primrose and lily
We 'll pu' in the valley,
And lean, when we like, on some gowany brae
That rises beside Woodhouselee.]
Yon bonnie blue sky how delightful to see,
Now linties and blackbirds sing on ilka spray
That flourishes round Woodhouselee.
The hawthorn is blooming,
The soft breeze perfuming,
O come, my dear lassie, the season is gay,
And naething mair lovely can be;
The primrose and lily
We 'll pu' in the valley,
And lean, when we like, on some gowany brae
That rises beside Woodhouselee.]
Ye mind when the snaw lay sae deep on the hill,
When cauld icy cranreuch hung white on the tree,
When bushes were leafless, and mournfully still
Were the wee birds o' sweet Woodhouselee:
When snaw show'rs were fa'ing,
And wintry winds blawing,
Loud whistling o'er mountain and meadow sae chill,
We mark'd it wi' sorrowing e'e;
But now since the flowers
Again busk the bowers,
O come, my dear lassie, wi' smiling goodwill,
And wander around Woodhouselee.
When cauld icy cranreuch hung white on the tree,
When bushes were leafless, and mournfully still
Were the wee birds o' sweet Woodhouselee:
When snaw show'rs were fa'ing,
And wintry winds blawing,
Loud whistling o'er mountain and meadow sae chill,
We mark'd it wi' sorrowing e'e;
But now since the flowers
Again busk the bowers,
O come, my dear lassie, wi' smiling goodwill,
And wander around Woodhouselee.
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