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WHEN aince Aprile has fairly come, / An' birds may bigg in winter's lum, / An' pleisure's spreid for a' and some / O' whatna state, / Love, wi' her auld recruitin' drum, / Than taks the gate.
The heart plays dunt wi' main an' micht; / The lasses' een are a' sae bricht, / Their dresses are sae braw an' ticht, / The bonny birdies! - / Puir winter virtue at the sicht / Gangs heels ower hurdies.
An' aye as love frae land to land / Tirls the drum wi' eident hand, / A' men collect at her command, / Toun-bred or land'art, / An' follow in a denty band / Her gaucy standart.
An' I, wha sang o' rain an' snaw, / An' weary winter weel awa', / Noo busk me in a jacket braw, / An' tak my place / I' the ram-stam, harum-scarum raw, / Wi' smilin' face.