Happy Sam’s Song (John Hartley Poems)
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething avaO' what he was daein', or ...
Hae ye come to yer senses yet, Sammy, my man?For ye juist war rid-wud whan the war it began;Has the ...
At The Laying Of The Foundation Stone Of The Wallace Monument At Stirling, 1861Auld Scotlan's hert an' baith her lugs ...
Standin' in Hunter's Bar ae nicht, gey fu',A man crushed through the crood and searched my face,"Guid Christ! "'he stammered ...
O whaur hae ye been, my bonnie, bonnie bairns, Sae lang awa' frae me?Come in, come in, for I'm weary ...
Daft Ailie cam' in by the auld brig-en' As the sunlicht, saft an' sweet,Fell doon on the laigh, white wa's ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
The snawdrap was oot, and the primrose was seenIn the cleuch, while the side o' the burnie was green;The mavis ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
Th' wynt wur still i'th shade o'th hill, An' stars began o' glowin'I'th' fadin' leet, one summer neet, ...
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
Tum Rindle lope fro' the chimbley nook, As th' winter sun wur sinkin';Aw'm tire't o' keawrin' here i'th smooke, ...
O lassie ayont the hill,Come ower the tap o' the hill,Come ower the tap wi' the breeze o' the hill,Bidena ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane—A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;Yet what aul'-farrant ...
Oh, Jenny, she is fair an' braw, An' Daisy fu' o' lovin' wiles;Then Mary has a broo o' snaw, An' ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
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