bonie peg-a-ramsay

cauld is the e'enin st,

o' boreas o'er the pool,

an' dawin' it is dreary,

when birks are bare at yule.

cauld ws the e'enin st,

when bitter bites the frost,

and, in the mirk and dreary drift,

the hills and glens are lost:

ne'er sae murky blew the night

that drifted o'er the hill,

but bonie peg-a-ramsay

gat grist to her mill.