The winds are blowing winterly !1
Lonely o’er the midnight sea,2
Frozen sail and icy mast3
Shiver in the northern blast !4
Wild birds to their rock-nests flee,5
For the winds are blowing winterly !6
O’er the moor the cotter strides7
Drifting snow his pathway hides ;8
Stars keep seaming in and out,9
As though too cold to look about !10
Glad he’ll see his own roof tree11
For the winds are blowing winterly !12
By the fire the cotter’s dame13
Sits, yet scarcely feels the flame ;14
Often looks she from the door,15
Fearing sad that dismal moor,16
And weeping for her son at sea17
For the winds are howling winterly !18