The Braes o' Gleniffer

sea blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, The auld castle turrets are cover'd wi' snaw; How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover. Amang the broom bushes by Stanely green sha The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' ae bonny, The mavis sang sweet frae the green bi ken tree But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie, And now it is winter wi' nature and me.

Then ilk thing around us was blithesome an Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw Now naething is heard but the wind whistling And naething is seen but the wide-speading The trees are a' bare, an' the birds mu e a n to They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, An' chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie, 'Tis winter with them, and 'tis winter wi' me.

Yon cauld sleety clouds skiffs alang the break mountains, And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky br While down the step glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountains That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and 's no its loud roar on the wintry wind swelling, It's no the cauld blast brings the tears i' my ee, O gis wm bonuy Scots callan, The mark says a' winter were simmer to me.