The Goldfinch (1817)/Winter wi' his cloudy brow

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Winter wi' his cloudy brow.

Now winter wi' his cloudy brow,Is far ayont yon mountains,And spring beholds her azure skyReflected in the fountains.
Now on the budding slae-thorn bankShe spreads her early blossom,And woos the nirly-breasted birdsTo nestle in her bosom.
But lately a was clad wi' snaw,Sae darksome, dull, and dreary,Now lavrocks sing to hail the spring,An' nature all is cheery.
Then let us leave the town, my love,An' seek our country dwelling,Where waving woods, and spreading flow'rsOn ev'ry side are smiling.
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We'll tread again the daisied green,Where first your beauty mov'd me;We'll trace again the woodland scene,Where first ye own'd ye lov'd me.
We soon will view the roses blawIn a' the charms o' fancy,For doubly dear these pleasures a',When shar'd with you my Nancy.

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