| 歌曲 | Gloomy Winter |
| 歌手 | Dougie MacLean |
| 专辑 | Tribute: to Robert Burns, Neil Gow and Robert Tannahill |
| Gloomy winter's now awa | |
| Soft the westlin' breezes blaw | |
| ‘Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw | |
| The mavis sings fu' cheerie O | |
| Sweet the crawflowr's early bell | |
| Decks Glenifer's dewy dell | |
| Bloomin' like yer bonnie sel' | |
| My young my artless dearie O | |
| Come my lassie let us stray | |
| O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae | |
| And blythely spend the gowden day | |
| ‘Midst joy thats never wearie O | |
| Tow'ring o'er the Newton woods | |
| Lav'rocks fan the snow-white clouds | |
| Siller saughs wi' downy buds | |
| Adorn the banks saw briery O | |
| Round the sylvan fairy nooks | |
| Feath'ry breckans fringe the rocks | |
| ‘Neath the brae the burnie jouks | |
| And ilka thing is cheerie O | |
| Trees may bud and birds may sing | |
| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring | |
| But joy to me they canna bring | |
| Unless wi' ye my dearie O | |
| Trees may bud and birds may sing | |
| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring | |
| But joy to me they canna bring | |
| Unless wi' ye my dearie O |
| Gloomy winter' s now awa | |
| Soft the westlin' breezes blaw | |
| ' Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw | |
| The mavis sings fu' cheerie O | |
| Sweet the crawflowr' s early bell | |
| Decks Glenifer' s dewy dell | |
| Bloomin' like yer bonnie sel' | |
| My young my artless dearie O | |
| Come my lassie let us stray | |
| O' er Glenkilloch' s sunny brae | |
| And blythely spend the gowden day | |
| ' Midst joy thats never wearie O | |
| Tow' ring o' er the Newton woods | |
| Lav' rocks fan the snowwhite clouds | |
| Siller saughs wi' downy buds | |
| Adorn the banks saw briery O | |
| Round the sylvan fairy nooks | |
| Feath' ry breckans fringe the rocks | |
| ' Neath the brae the burnie jouks | |
| And ilka thing is cheerie O | |
| Trees may bud and birds may sing | |
| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring | |
| But joy to me they canna bring | |
| Unless wi' ye my dearie O | |
| Trees may bud and birds may sing | |
| Flowers may bloom and verdue spring | |
| But joy to me they canna bring | |
| Unless wi' ye my dearie O |