Winter - by
In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
/ The redbreast looks in vain
/ For hips and haws,
/ Lo, shining flowers upon my window…
In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
/ The redbreast looks in vain
/ For hips and haws,
/ Lo, shining flowers upon my window…
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/ chan eil mi nad aghaidh a thaistealair ghil
/ tha thu ruith tro mo chuislean mar…
You’ve come early to see us this year, John Frost,
/ Wi’ your crispin’ an’ poutherin’ gear, John Frost,
/ …
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