Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay

Cauld is the e'enin' blast, ⁽¹⁾
O' Boreas o'er the pool, ⁽²⁾
An'dawin' it is dreary, ⁽³⁾
When birks are bare at Yule.⁽⁴⁾

Cauld blows the e'enin' blast,
When bitter bites the frost,
And, in the mirk and dreary drift,
The hills and glens are lost.

Ne'er sae murky blew the night ⁽⁵⁾
That drifted o'er the hill,
But bonie Peg-a-Ramsay
Gat grist to her mill.⁽⁶⁾

- Robbie Burns, 1795

(1) Cold is the evening blast.         
(2) [Boreas was Gr. god of the north wind; ergo, "Of the North Wind over the pool."]
(3) In Scottish dialect, daw means "dawn".
(4) birch trees
(5) Like never before, the wind blew [the snow] that night, obscuring the visibility so much.
(6) [Managed to get] the grain to her mill for grinding.