Samhain (BG) - A Winter Night lyrics

By: Robert Burns When biting Boreas., fell and doure, Sharp shivers through.' the leafless bower; When Phobus gies. a short-lived glower, Far south the lift, Dim-darkening through the flaky shower, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm. the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked, While burns, with snawy wreeths upchoked, Wild-eddying swirl, Or through the mining outlet bocked, A winter night Down headlong hurl. Listening, the doors. and winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle Of winter war And thro' the drift, Deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing! That, in the merry months of spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes of thee? Whare wilt thou cower thy chittering wing And close thy eye? Even you on murdering errands toiled, Lone from your savage homes exiled, The blood-stained roost, and sheep-cote spoiled My heart forgets, While pityless the tempest wild Sore on you beats.