The Young Highland Rover

Loud blawthe 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 dowiemoaning,
Shall a’be blythely singing,
And every flower be springing;
SaeI’ll rejoice the lee-langday,
When byhis mighty Warden
My youth’s return’d to fair Strathspey,
And bonieCastle-Gordon.