the young highland rover

    tune—“morag.”

    loud blaw the frosty breezes,

    the snaws the mountains cover;

    like winter on me seizes,

    since my young highland rover

    far wanders nations over.

    where'er he go, where'er he stray,

    may heaven be his warden;

    return him safe to fair strathspey,

    and bonie castle-gordon!

    the trees, now naked groaning,

    shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,

    the birdies dowie moaning,

    shall a' be blythely singing,

    and every flower be springing;

    sae i'll rejoice the lee-lang day,

    when by his mighty warden

    my youth's return'd to fair strathspey,

    and bonie castle-gordon.