13/02/2026
The White Happin’
The lift is grey, the air is chill,
The snaw lies deep on ilka hill.
A blanket white o’er field and d**e,
There’s ne’er been seen the winter like.
The bairns are oot wi’ muckle glee,
To bigg a man for a’ to see.
Wi’ frosty nebs and frozen taes,
They daftly dance through winter days.
The kye are bielded frae the blast,
As icy winds g*e whistlin’ past.
But ben the hoose, the fire burns bricht,
To fleg awa’ the langest nicht.
So let it drift and let it blaw,
We’re tucked g*y snug amang the snaw.
Wi’ kin and herts sae warm and true,
The Highland winter’s braw and new.
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