Bonie Peg-A-Ramsay

Bonie Peg-A-Ramsay by Robert Burns

Cauld e'enin blasts blaw o'er the pool, an' the birks are bare at Yule. Frost an' mirky drift hide the hills an' glens, yet Peg-a-Ramsay gat grist tae her mill.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Poetry · 104 words

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Cauld is the e'enin blast, / O' Boreas o'er the pool, / An' dawin' it is dreary, / When birks are bare at Yule.

Cauld 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 bonie Peg-a-Ramsay / Gat grist to her mill.

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winter · frost · mirky nichts · grist

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