Grannie’s Dream: A True Incident (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Beside the winter e'ening fire, A gleg wee lass o' towmonds ten,Sat nestlin' close to Grannie's knee, Upon the cozie clean fire-en'.The ...
Beside the winter e'ening fire, A gleg wee lass o' towmonds ten,Sat nestlin' close to Grannie's knee, Upon the cozie clean fire-en'.The ...
O, Bonnie Clyde! a shimmering gleam Oot owre thy rippling bosom plays,Whan frae the bricht blue sky o' June The sun leuks ...
"Scotland, the land of all I love, The land of all that love me;Land whose green sod my youth hath trod, Whose ...
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!Aboon them a' ye tak your place,Painch, tripe, or thairm:Weel are ...
The aul' kirkyard!—the aul' kirkyard!— Its crowdit graves an' mossy stanes;—I've coft me there a lanely grave, In whilk I houp to ...
It's fine when ye stand in a queueat the door o' the 'Dole'on a snawy day,To ken that ye leive ...
Gil Morrice was an erles son,His name it waxed wide:It was nae for his great riches,Nor zet was mickle pride;Bot ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
The simmer day was sweet an' lang, It had nae thocht o' sorrow,As my true love and I stood on ...
Air — "Martyrdom"—"Dundee."The pilgrim's feet here oft will treadO'er this sequestered scene,To mark whare Scotland's Maryrs lieIn lonely Rullion Green,—To ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
HAD I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch'd me by the ...
THE LOVELY lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! And ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
YE Jacobites by name, give an ear, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear, Ye Jacobites by ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
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