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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.