The Gay Goss-Hawk (Anonymous British Poems)
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
O waly, waly, my gay goss-hawk,Gin your feathering be sheen!"And waly, waly, my master dear,Gin ye look pale and lean!"O ...
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,And siclyke men of hie degrie;Of a gentleman I sing a sang,Sumtyme calld ...
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade,To bow my back in miry banks, at pleugh ...
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
Fareweel, Edinburgh, where happy we hae been,Fareweel, Edinburgh, Caledonia's Queen!Auld Reekie, fare-ye-weel, and Reekie New beside,Ye're like a chieftain grim ...
Air — "Earl Marischal."When Royal pow'r was hunted down,And Cromwell bore the bell, sir, How safe and sound lay Scotland's ...
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 ...
Gaelic AirLane, on the winding Earn, there standsAn unco tow'r, sae stern an' auld,Biggit by lang forgotten hands,—Aince refuge o' ...
Air — "Kind Robin lo'es me."Robin is my ain gudeman,Now match him, carlins, gin ye can,For ilk ane whitest thinks ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
WHERE hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whare hae ye been sae brankie, O? Whare hae ye been sae braw, ...
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 ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I GAED ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
HA! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely, Owre ...
ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you ...
SOME books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd: Ev'n ministers they hae been ...
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