SEDRENN - GLOOMY WINTER'S NOO AWA'

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Trees may bud, and birds may sing
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
But joy to me they canna' bring,
Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O.

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SONG: GLOOMY WINTER'S NOO AWA' - SEDRENN

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Gloomy winter's now awa',
Saft the westlan' breezes blaw,
'Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw
The mavis sings fu' cheery, O;
Sweet the crawflower's early bell
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like your bonnie sel',
My hin, my artless deary, O
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day
'Midst joys that never weary, O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
But joy to me they canna' bring,
Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Lav'rocks fan the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs, wi' downy buds,
Adorn the banks sae briery, O;
Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feathery breckans fringe the rocks,
Beneath the brae the burnie jouks,
And ilka thing is cheery, O;
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blithely spend the gowden day
'Midst joys that never weary, O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
But joy to me they canna' bring,
Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O.