The Braes o' Gleniffer

Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Glennifer

The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw

How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover

Amang the brume bushes by Stanley green shaw

The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae bonnie

The Mavis sang sweet frae the green birkin tree

But far to the camp they ha'e marched my dear Johnnie

And now it is winter wi' nature and me

Then ilk thing aroun' us was blythsome and cheery

Then ilk thing aroun' us was bonnie and braw

Now naething is heard but the win' whistlin' dreary

And naething is seen by the wide spreadin' snaw

The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie

They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee

And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie

'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me

Yon caul sleety could skiffs alang the bleak mountain

And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae

While doun the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain

That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie an' me

'Tis no' its loud roar, on the wintry win' swellin'

'Tis no' the caul' blast brings the tear to my e'e

For, oh, gin I saw my bonnie Scots callan

The dark days o' winter war simmer tae me