Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

Cauld is the e’enin blast,

O’ Boreas o’er the pool,

An’ dawin’ it is dreary,

When birks are bare at Yule.

Cauld blaws the e’enin blast,

When bitter bites the frost,

And, in the mirk and dreary drift,

The hills and glens are lost:

Ne’er sae murky blew the night

That drifted o’er the hill,

But bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

Gat grist to her mill.

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