The First Signs o Winter

Stewart, E.E.

Oh! The wins blawn the leaves aff the lilac buss,
An the trees in the gairden are bare.
Oh! The corns aa taen in, an the tatties up
For the winter is comin eence mair.

There's a nip in the air that we ken means frost,
An the snaw disna seem far awa,
For the wee robin reidbreist comes gey near han,
As he sings his sweet sangie till's aa.