bonie peg-a-ramsay
cauld is the e'enin bst,
o' boreas o'er the pool,
an' dawin' it is dreary,
when birks are bare at yule.
cauld bws the e'enin bst,
when bitter bites the frost,
and, in the mirk and dreary drift,
the hills and glens are lost:
ne'er sae murky blew the night
that drifted o'er the hill,
but bonie peg-a-ramsay
gat grist to her mill.