517. Song-O wat ye wha’s in yon town (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
THE DEIL cam fiddlin' thro' the town, And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman, And ilka wife cries, "Auld Mahoun, I ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
Everything's looted, betrayed and traded, black death's wing's overhead. Everything's eaten by hunger, unsated, so why does a light shine ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
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