Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Young Highland Rover

LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
  The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
  Since my young Highland Rover
  Far wanders nations over.
Where’er he go, where’er he stray,
  May Heaven be his warden,
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
  And bonnie Castle-Gordon!

The trees, now naked groaning,
  Shall soon wi’ leaves be hinging,
The birdies, dowie moaning,
  Shall a’ be blythely singing,
  And every flower be springing:
Sae I’ll rejoice the lee-lang day,
  When, by his mighty warden,
My youth’s return’d to fair Strathspey
  And bonnie Castle-Gordon.

1. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her
2. On Cessnock Banks
3. Farewell, Thou Stream
4. Phillis the Fair
5. When First I Came to Stewart Kyle

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