thou gloomy december
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!