Rover

  the young highland rover
  tune—“morag.”
  loud blaw the frosty breezes,
  the snaws the mountains cover;
  like winter on me seizes,
  since my young highland rover
  far wanders nations over.
  where'er he go, where'er he stray,
  may heaven be his warden;
  return him safe to fair strathspey,
  and bonie castle-gordon!
  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 warden
  my youth's return'd to fair strathspey,
  and bonie castle-gordon.