Thou Gloomy December |
Robert Burns, 1791
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December! Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care; Sad was the parting thou makes me remember Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair!
2. Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure, | 3. Wild as the winter now tearing the forest, Till the last leaf o' the summer is flown; Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom, Till my last hope and last comfort is gone.
4. Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December, |