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Ye mind when the snaw lay san deep on the hill,
When cauld icy cranrcugh hung white on the tree.
When bushes were leafless, an' mournfully still
Were the wee birds o' sweet Wood houselee.
When snaw-shbwVs were fa'ing.
An' wintry winds blawing.
Loud whistling o'«'r mountain and meadow sae rhill,
• We mark'd it wi' sorrowing ec:
But now, since the flowers
Again busk the liowers,
O come, my dear lassie, wi' smiling guidwill,
An' wander around Woodhouselee!
1\* Verse l>y J. Hamilton, 9'} hy Taiinaliill.