Oor Sis (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
As I was walkin on the strand,I spied ane auld man sitOn ane auld black rock; and aye the wavesCam ...
lie an' look doon on the clachan, This best o' a' simmer days,An' doon by the side o' the burnie ...
The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and thanHe gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
I nigh drops dead (the bo'sun said) When the gist of things I gripIn the land by these 'ere Southern ...
JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes,So, in ...
Twa miles frae here, or maybe mair, A herd's hoose sits atween twa wuds,An' there a lassie bides as fair ...
Ovarus mine, Plant thou the vineWithin this kindly soil of Tibur; Nor temporal woes, Nor spiritual, knowsThe ...
The auld man had a girnin' wife,An' she was aye compleenin',For a' kin' o' orra thingsThe body aye was greenin'.It's ...
Rose o' my hert,Open yer leaves to the lampin mune;Into the curls lat her keek an' dert,She'll tak the colour ...
Thoo has no call to worry;Theer's niver, niver a oneIn ony dale, fur me, but theeSin' Time itsen begun:As Yore ...
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
O A' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
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