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!
Fond lovers’ parting is sweet, painful pleasure,Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour;But the dire feeling, O farewell for ever!Is anguish unmingled, and agony pure!
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.
Still as I hail thee, thou gloomy December,Still shall I hail thee wi’ sorrow and care;For sad was the parting thou makes me remember,Parting wi’ Nancy, oh, ne’er to meet mair.