I.
Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
Far wanders nations over.
Where’er he go, where’er he stray.
May Heaven be his warden:
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon!
II.
The trees now naked groaning,
Shall Soon wi’ leaves be hinging.
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a’ be blithely singing,
And every flower be springing.
Sae I’ll rejoice the lee-lang day
When by his mighty Warden
My youth’s returned to fair Strathspey,
And bonnie Castle-Gordon.
XLV.
HEY, THE DUSTY MILLER
Tune—“The Dusty Miller.”
[The Dusty Miller is an old strain, modified for the Museum by Burns: it is a happy specimen of his taste and skill in making the new look like the old.]
I.