WINTER WI’ HIS CLOUDY
BROW. Air—“Forneth
house.”
___ 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
wooes the mirly-breasted birds To nestle in her bosom, But
lately a’ was clad wi’ snaw, Sae darksome, dull an’ dreary, Now
lavrocks sing to hail the spring. An’ nature all is cheery. Then
let us leave the town, my love, An’ seek our country dwelling, Where
waving woods, and spreading flow’rs, On ev’ry side are smiling. We’ll
tread again the daisied green, Where first your beauty mov’d me; We’ll
trace again the woodland scene Where first ye own’d ye lov’d me. We
soon will view the roses blaw In a’ the charms o’ fancy, For
doubly dear these pleasures a’, When shar’d with
you, my Nancy. |