Reeth Bartle Fair (John Harland Poems)
This mworning as I went to wark, I met Curly just coomin' heame;He had on a new flannin sark An' he saw ...
This mworning as I went to wark, I met Curly just coomin' heame;He had on a new flannin sark An' he saw ...
JANUARY 25, 1859His birthday.--Nay, we need not speakThe name each heart is beating,--Each glistening eye and flushing cheekIn light and ...
Th' sun shone breet at early morn, Burds sang sweetly on the trees;Larks wor springin from the corn, Tender blossoms sowt the ...
Who is it at lives i' that cot on the lea,Joy o' my heart an' leet o' my ee?Who is ...
'T IS the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather, For a bird to trill and warble, all ...
Saw yo that lass wi' her wicked een? That's awr Annie.Shoo's th' pet o'th' haase, we call her 'queen,'Shoo's th' bonniest ...
There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,And there's warmth in my heart for you,While I drink to your health, your youth, ...
There's colour in the woodlands as far as eye can reach,Pale gold upon the elm-tree and bronze upon the beech;To ...
It's fine when ye stand in a queueat the door o' the 'Dole'on a snawy day,To ken that ye leive ...
O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is ...
Bonnie May Wyllie cam' oot o' the toun When the deein' sunlicht layOn the lang green howms o' the windin' ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your ...
YEAR after year the cowslips fill the meadow, Year after year the skylarks thrill the air, Year after year, in ...
FU' yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside; It is the brawest harst field Alang the shores ...
The bonniest lass in a' the warld,I've often heard them telling,She's up the hill, she's down the glen,She's in yon ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
In the gay, gleamy morn I adore to go walking, And oh what sweet people I meet on my way! ...
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...
Beautiful town of Montrose, I will now commence my lay, And I will write in praise of thee without dismay, ...
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