Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!
AncemairI hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember-
Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair!
Fond lovers’ parting is sweet, painful pleasure,
Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour;
Butthe dire feeling, O farewell for ever!
Is anguish unmingled, and agony pure!
Wild as the winter now tearing the forest,
Till the last leaf o’the summer is flown;
Such is the tempest has shaken my bosom,
Tillmy last hope and last comfort is gone.
Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,
Still shall I hailthee wi’ sorrow and care;
For sad was the parting thou makes me remember,
Parting wi’Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair.