200. Song—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.

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