Rain

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r,
Or whirling drift:

Ae night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns, wi' snawy wreeths upchoked,
Wild-eddying swirl,
Or thro' the mining outlet bocked,
Down headlong hurl.

We're marching in our wellingtons,
Tramp, tramp, tramp!
We're marching in our wellingtons,
We won't get damp!

We're marching in our wellingtons,
Stamp, Stamp, stamp!
We're marching in our wellingtons,
We won't get damp!

We're marching in our wellingtons,
Tramp, tramp, tramp!
We're marching in our wellingtons,
We won't get damp!

We're marching in our wellingtons,
Stamp, Stamp, stamp!
We're marching in our wellingtons,
We won't get damp!