The Young Highland Rover
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.