King George IV. his welcome to Scotland/Gloomy winter's come again

GLOOMY WINTER’s COME AGAIN.

Gloomy Winter’s come again,
Heavy fa’s the sleet and rain;
Flecky snaw decks white the plain,
⁠And ilka thing looks dreary, O!
Hoary frost o’erspreads each dale,
Glazing firm each chrystal rill,
It minds me o’ thy fickle sel’,
⁠My fair, but faithless Mary, O.

Lanely I tread each tractless way,
Where with thee, Mary, I did stray,
My heart oppress’d with grief and wae,
⁠Thou’rt false, and a’ looks weary, O.
The high clad hills o’ertap the clouds,
The hare flees tim’rous the woods,
The trees forsaken by their buds,
⁠Emblems of me and Mary, O!

A’ around deserted looks!
Tangles fringe the barren rocks,
And children by the ingle-neuks
⁠Tell tales that make them earie, O.
Storms may rage, and tempests roar,
Restless billows beat the shore,
Joy on earth I’ll ne’er ha’e more,
⁠But live and mourn my Mary, O.