Cauld Is The E'enin Blast

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

O 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 Ramsey
Gat grist to her mill.