Gloomy Winter's noo awa',
Soft the westlin' breezes blaw.
Amongst the birks o' Stanley shaw,
The mavis sings fu' cheerie O.
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Around the silvan fairy nooks,
Feath'ry breckans fringe the rocks.
Beneath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheerie O.


I hope for a fine season for you, Mr. Nicolson.


Ed