The Snowy Burn, Glen Muick

Cauld as the cawin o a craw,
Deid-thraa o Sorra ... Winter's loun
Lays on its broo, the skirps o snaw,
Black widow-weeds, its goun.

In Spring, it's lowpin like a bawd,
Giddy an gypit; deil-may-care;
As faint an fickle as a jaad,
The ice bree in its hair.

A peesie in the Simmer sun,
It's rinnin feart, a brukken wing,
Sma boukit, coorin near the grun,
The licht amang the ling.

In Autumn, it's a lanely tune,
The gangrel, wi the cripple fit.
Its sang, an ay-returnin croon,
An as my thocht taen up wi it.

*(There is a Gaelic lullaby entitled "Dream Angus", where the dreamcarrier is represented as an old cripple man of the moors.)