The Braes o' Gleniffer

The Tannahill Weavers

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    Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Glennifer
    The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw
    How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover
    Amang the brume bushes by Stanley green shaw

    The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae bonnie
    The Mavis sang sweet frae the green birkin tree
    But far to the camp they ha'e marched my dear Johnnie
    And now it is winter wi' nature and me

    Then ilk thing aroun' us was blythsome and cheery
    Then ilk thing aroun' us was bonnie and braw
    Now naething is heard but the win' whistlin' dreary
    And naething is seen by the wide spreadin' snaw

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    The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie
    They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee
    And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie
    'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me

    Yon caul sleety could skiffs alang the bleak mountain
    And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae
    While doun the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain
    That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie an' me

    'Tis no' its loud roar, on the wintry win' swellin'
    'Tis no' the caul' blast brings the tear to my e'e
    For, oh, gin I saw my bonnie Scots callan
    The dark days o' winter war simmer tae me

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    Composición: Les Wilson y Robert Tannahill

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