Snaw Poem by James King Annand
Snaw
Es ist ein Schnee gefallen Anon. 16th century
It's snawin cats and dugs,
Winter's owre early,
Hailstones blatter my lugs
The road is smoorit fairly.
My gavel-end is sindert
My hous has growne auld
My ruif-tree is nou flindert
My room is owre cauld.
Ach lassie, show some pitie,
I'm dowie, and I pyne.
Tak me to your hert
And fleg the winter hyne.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
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