Note 146 — THE THOMSON LETTERS.
Reading edition
"Keen blaws the wind o'er Donocht head, The snaw drives snelly thro' the dale, The Gaberlunzie tirls my sneck, And, shivering, tells his waefu' tale. "Cauld is the night, O let me in, And dinna let your minstrel fa', And dinna let his winding-sheet Be naething but a wreath o' snaw."(etc.)