Gloomy winter’s now awa,
Saft the westlin breezes blaw,
’Mang the birks o’ Stanely shaw,
⁠The mavis sings fu’ cheery, O.
Sweet the crawflowers early bell
Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonny sel’,
⁠My young, my artless dearie, O.

Come, my lassie, let us go
O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day,
⁠Midst joys that never weary, O.
Tow’ring o’er the Newton woods,
Lav’rocks fawn the snaw-white clouds,
Siller saughs, wi’ downy buds,
⁠Adorn the banks sae briery, O.

​Round the sylvan fairy nooks,
Feather’d breckans fringe the rocks,
’Neath the brae the burnie jouks,
⁠And ilka thing is cheery, O.
Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,
Joy to me they canna bring,
⁠Unless wi’ thee, my dearie, O.