bonie peg-a-rasay
cauld is the e&039;en bst,
o&039; boreas o&039;er the pool,
an&039; da&039; it is dreary,
when birks are bare at yule
cauld bws the e&039;en bst,
when bitter bites the frost,
and, the irk and dreary drift,
the hills and glens are lost:
ne&039;er sae urky blew the night
that drifted o&039;er the hill,
but bonie peg-a-rasay
gat grist to her ill
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