Song—The Young Highland Rover

Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
  The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
  Since my young Highland rover
  Far wanders nations over.
Where'er he go, where'er 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 I'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
  When by his mighty Warden
My youth's return'd to fair Strathspey,
  And bonie Castle-Gordon.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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