WINTER
The Simmer days are noo awa’
The winter’s come ance mair.
A’ the hills are clad wi’ snaw
The fields are black and bare.
The birdies noo hae come tae grief
There’s nae meat for them ava
Upon the trees there’s no a leaf
They’ve a’ been blown awa’
The hay and straw are a’ stowed bye
The barns are fu’ o’ grain,
Wi’ lots o’ meat for horse and kye,
But the birdies they’ve got nane.
The birdies noo shall hungry be
Before the winter’s thro’
And mony a ane shall drap and dee
Nae mair can ramble through the field
