Composers since the time of Purcell, H. had been attempting to harmonise Scots tunes, particularly the pentatonic, empathetically. Haydn's attempts were more popluar than most, albeit no more successful.

Lyrics: Anon

Cauld blaws the wind frae East to West.
The drift is driving fairly;
Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Up in the morning's nae for me,
Up in the morning early,
When a' the hills are covered in snaw,
I'm sure it is winter fairly.

The birds sit chitt'ring in the thorn,
A' day they fare but sparely;
And lang's the night frae e'en to morn,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
Up in the morning's nae for me,
Up in the morning early,
When a' the hills are covered in snaw,
I'm sure it is winter fairly.