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Song—Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

by Robert Burns, 1795

Cauld is the e'enin blast,
  O' Boreas o'er the pool,
An' dawin' it is dreary,
  When birks are bare at Yule.

Cauld blaws the e'enin blast,
  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.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
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