Thou Gloomy December

Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! 
Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; 
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember- 
Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair! 

Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure, 
Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour; 
But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever! 
Is anguish unmingled, and agony pure! 

Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, 
Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown; 
Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, 
Till my last hope and last comfort is gone. 

Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December, 
Still shall I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; 
For sad was the parting thou makes me remember, 
Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair