Robert Burns, 1791
Ance mair I hail thee, thou gloomy December!|
Ance mair I hail thee wi' sorrow and care;
Sad was the parting thou makes me remember
Parting wi' Nancy, oh, ne'er to meet mair!
2. Fond lovers' parting is sweet, painful pleasure,
3. 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,
Till my last hope and last comfort is gone.
4. Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,
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