Loud blaw the frosty breezes,The snaws the mountains cover;Like winter on me seizes,Since my young Highland roverFar wanders nations over.5
Where’er he go, where’er he stray,May heaven be his warden;Return him safe to fair Strathspey,And bonie Castle-Gordon!9
The trees, now naked groaning,Shall soon wi’ leaves be hinging,The birdies dowie moaning,Shall a’ be blythely singing,And every flower be springing;Sae I’ll rejoice the lee-lang day,When by his mighty WardenMy youth’s return’d to fair Strathspey,And bonie Castle-Gordon.18