The Paidlin’ Wean (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Come in the hoose this moment, paidlin' oot there in the rain,An', losh me! but ae buitie on, ye limmer ...
Come in the hoose this moment, paidlin' oot there in the rain,An', losh me! but ae buitie on, ye limmer ...
O, waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn-side,Where I and my love wont ...
The deid sleep soun' in the auld kirkyaird, At the fit o' the hills sae steep;They dream sweet dreams aneath ...
O, mither, sing a sang to the bairns, When the nicht-fa' gathers them in;Wee Jamie oot at his elbows an' ...
He's a muckle man, Sandy, he's mair nor sax fitA size that's no' handy for wark i' the pit,But frae ...
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carlGangs a' nicht rakin athort the warlWi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' ...
Dingle, dingle doozie, Hoo he lauchs to see'tWhirlin' roun' an' up an' doon, Frae his heid an' feet.Keep his dumpy ...
De meidoorns staan met hun beschroomde rood zoo teeder te blozen,en d' avond, bleek van ...
Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;Then he waukens ...
The stars are steady abune;I' the water they flichter and flee;But, steady aye, luikin doonThey ken theirsels i' the sea.A' ...
That nicht the dancin' schule was dune, We had a ball to end the spree;An' Willie Stewart played the tune, ...
'Twas in a wee bit but-an'-benShe bade when first I kent her,Doon the side roadie by the kirkWhaur Andra was ...
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaedThe lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid,The win' blew laich and eerie.In's ...
It is naething but a lilt, Yet its rinnin' in my heid;Just a lilt, an' that is a', O' an ...
She's an awfu' lassie, Jenny, No' her like in a' the toon,For her heid is fu' o' mischief, And her ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind." Says she: "You are right, ...
OUR Johnie's deid. The mair's the pity! He's deid, an' deid o' Aqua-vitae. O Embro', you're a shrunken city, Noo ...
Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed, But nane o' them a'has sic a bonnie curly ...
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