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WINTER, WI y HIS CLOUDY BROW*
Air— Forneth House.
Now Winter, wi* his cloudy brow,
Is far ayont yon mountains,
And Spring beholds her azure sky
Reflected in the fountains.
Now, on the budding slaethorn bankj,
She spreads her early blossom,
And wooes the mirly-breasted birds
To nestle in her bosom.
But lately a' was clad wi' snaw,
Sae darksome, dull, and dreary,
Now lavrock's sing, to hail the Spring s
And Nature all is cheary.
Then let us leave the town, my love,
And seek our country dwelling,
Where waving woods, and spreading flowers,
On ev'ry side are smiling.

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