Cauld Is The E'enin Blast

1.
Cauld is the e'enin blast
O' Boreas o'er the pool,
An' dawin, it is dreary,
When birks are bare at Yule.
2.
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!
3.
Ne'er sae murky blew the night
That drifted o'er the hill,
But bonie Peg-a-Ramsay
Gat grist to her mill.

Cold Is The Evening Blast


Cold is the evening blast
Of Boreas over the pool,
And dawning it is dreary,
When birches are bare at Christmas time.

O, cold blows the evening blast,
When bitter bites the frost,
And in the dark and dreary drift
The hills and glens are lost!

Never so darkly blew the night
That drifted over the hill,
But lovely Peg of Ramsay
Got grist to her mill.