The Young Highland Rover

    the young highland rover
    tune—“morag.”
    loud blaw the frosty breezes,
    the snaws the mountains cover;
    like winter on me seizes,
    since my young highland rover
    far wanders nations over.
    where'er he go, where'er he stray,
    may heaven be his warden;
    return him safe to fair strathspey,
    and bonie castle-gordon!
    the trees, now naked groaning,
    shall soon wi' leaves be hinging,
    the birdies dowie moaning,
    shall a' be blythely singing,
    and every flower be springing;
    sae i'll rejoice the lee-lang day,
    when by his mighty warden
    my youth's return'd to fair strathspey,
    and bonie castle-gordon.