
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
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.
winter · frost · mirky nichts · grist
Bonie Peg-A-Ramsay is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated Date unknown.
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