Bauld Robin Ford (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
I tried the gowfin' when at Troon, The links are bonnie there to see,A warm September day flung doon Its ...
Though siller Tweed rin o'er the lea, An' dark the Dee 'mang Highland heather, Yet siller Tweed ...
The burn was big wi' spate,An' there cam' tum'lin' doonTapsalteerie the half o' a gate,Wi' an auld fish-hake an' a ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
Air — "Airchie M'Vie."Archie's an archer, and a gude shot is he,But tho' he's hit mony, he never hit me;How ...
Twa miles frae here, or maybe mair, A herd's hoose sits atween twa wuds,An' there a lassie bides as fair ...
O hae ye heard the latest newsO' Mistress Mucklewame?Her doctor hadna pickit upHer trouble here at hame,Sae they took her ...
FU' yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside; It is the brawest harst field Alang the shores ...
Row, Kello, row frae rocky linns, An' through amang thy grassy braes,Where gowans grow an' hawthorns blaw, An' sunshine sleeps ...
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—'My Minnie bad me ...
CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp as ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
AS I stood by yon roofless tower, Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, Where the howlet mourns in her ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive! My dearest Nancy, O fareweel! Severed frae thee, can I survive, Frae thee whom ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed, But nane o' them a'has sic a bonnie curly ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
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