Smoorichin saftly throw the fir
A wooer in a silken veil
Is the sleety smirr,
The doon-scud, i' the burnie's dreel,
Dird-dirlin roon frae tap till tail,
Is the fiddler's reel.

The birks staun ootlinned, chitterin cauld
Quines, clad in cassen claes,
At a Ne'erday Ball.

The blinterin, blichtit sun's a faithless lad,
Whas fickle favour blears ower hoose an ha,
 Bracken's a glekit, feckless, tummelt lass,
Cowpt ower, roch-wooed, amang the secret sna.

O Love's a bigsie burn that's naething blate,
Wormin its viper's wye till the brae's breist,
Or wild an wanton, terrible in spate,
Wad wed, withoot the blessin o' a priest.

As ice crack tinkles sherp afore the thaw,
So, cauldrife Winter brakks the Simmer's lyre,
The clook within the eagle's sweengin claw,
Love's bit a yowie, sneck't on barbit wire.