LOUD blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young Highland rover
Far wanders nations over.
Whereer he go, whereer he stray,
May heaven be his warden;
Return him safe to fair Strathspey,
And bonie Castle-Gordon!
The trees, now naked groaning,
Shall soon wi leaves be hinging,
The birdies dowie moaning,
Shall a be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing;
Sae Ill rejoice the lee-lang day,
When by his mighty Warden
My youths returnd to fair Strathspey,
And bonie Castle-Gordon.
