The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my ...
O STEER her up, an' haud her gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a ...
O SAW ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
Chorus.-The weary pund, the weary pund, The weary pund o' tow; I think my wife will end her life, Before ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Chorus.-O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad, Tho' father ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam; She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen; Sing auld Cowl lay ye down ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
Chor.-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, Ye wadna been sae shy; For laik o' gear ye lightly me, But, ...
JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
O saw ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
John Anderson, my jo John, When we were first acquent Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
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