Ailsie, My Bairn (Eugene Field Poems)
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
Is wee Jamie waukin' yet? Lyin' unco lang;Better cuddlin' in his bed When his mammy's thrang.Here he's comin' ow'r the ...
Dingle, dingle doozie, Hoo he lauchs to see'tWhirlin' roun' an' up an' doon, Frae his heid an' feet.Keep his dumpy ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play,And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in ...
O' a' the jobs that sweat the sarkGie me a kintra doctor's wark,Ye ca' awa' frae dawn till dark,Whate'er the ...
Air — "Hey tutti taiti."I'm wearin' awa', JohnLike snaw-wreaths in thaw, John,I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal.There ...
Auld Johnnie Noddle sleeps through a' the day,Sleeps until the sun gangs doon an' a' the licht away;Then he waukens ...
T' Owd .Nurse speaks:THOO climbs at dusk to brekkon hillsA-seekin' a dancin' star,An' nobody will iver larnThoo to see things ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
Chorus.-I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young, 'twad be a sin To ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we ...
'Twas at the Seige of Matagarda, during the Peninsular War, That a Mrs Reston for courage outshone any man there ...
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease, In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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