Gloomy winter’s now awa’,
Saft the westlan’ breezes blaw,
‘Mang the birks o’ Stanley shaw
The mavis sings fu’ cheery, O;
Sweet the crawflower’s early bell
Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonnie sel’,
My young, my artless deary, O
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day
‘Midst joys that never weary, O.
Towering o’er the Newton Woods,
Lav’rocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs, wi’ downy buds,
Adorn the banks sae briery, O;
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feathery breckans fringe the rocks,
‘Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheery, O;
Trees may bud, and birds may sing
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna’ bring,
Unless wi’ thee, my dearie, O.