Oh cauld's the doonrush o a burn
In Winter's iron thraa
Bit caulder still's a merriege bed
Fin luv his stowen awa

Far niver gowden sun luiks doon
Sae derk's the gairden booer
Bit derker yet's the hairt o man
Far skaith an sorra cooer.

Oh deep's a dreich an dowie loch
Far salmon niver sweems
Bit deeper still's the cruel mire
That smores a bairn's dreams

Oh I wad don the goun sae green
Wi lilies hap ma heid
An like Tam Lin, the elfin knicht
Step ower the burn o bluid

That rins atween this eirdly warld
An kingdom o the fey
Far niver mortal feet may gyang
Nor mortal thochts bring wae.