Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Peg-A-Ramsey

CAULD is the e’enin’ blast
  O’ Boreas o’er the pool,
And dawin’ it is dreary
  When birks are bare at Yule.

O bitter 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 bonnie Peg-a-Ramsey
  Gat grist to her mill.

1. O Whare Bid Ye Get
2. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
3. There’s News, Lasses
4. How Lang and Dreary
5. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

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