Scotland’s Scaith, Or, The History O’ Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale. In Two Parts (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
What ails ye, bonnie Mary Lee? What gars ye greet an' pine?Your e'e is dim, your cheek is wan— What ails ye, ...
'BUSK ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride!Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow!Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie ...
Oh! tell me, bonie young lassie!Oh tell me how for to woo!Oh tell me, bonie sweet lassie!Oh tell me how ...
Now mirk December's dowie faceGlours our the rigs wi' sour grimace,While, thro' his minimum of space,The bleer-ey'd sunWi' blinkin light ...
Come under my plaidie, the nicht's gaun to fa';Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift and the snaw;Come under ...
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in ...
This warld is a lottery, as ilk ane may ken;There are prizes for women as weel as for men:But as ...
Forgi'e, O forgi'e me, auld Scotlan', my mither!Like an ill-deedie bairn I've ta'en up wi' anither;And aft thy dear Doric ...
'O Listen! listen and I'll tell yeHow this fair maid's play'd her part :--First she vow'd and promis'd to me,Now ...
'Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love, Unless it be to pain us? Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love Whan ye ...
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,At the wa-gang o' the swallow,When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
O Waly, waly, up the bank, O wary, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',— Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, but love be bonnie A little time while it is new! But when its auld it waxeth cauld, And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's seat sall be my bed. The sheets sall neir be press'd by me; Saint Anton's well sall be my drink; Since my true love's forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing-snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; But my love's heart grown cauld to me. Whan we cam' in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, An' I mysel' in cramasie. But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case o' goud, And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee; And I mysel' were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me!(Anonymous Americas)
So tightly was Swanelil lacing her vest,That forth spouted milk, from each lily-white breast;That saw the Queen-mother, and thus she ...
O waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where ...
Now wat ye wha I met yestreen Coming down the street, my Jo, My mistress in ...
O, waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn-side,Where I and my love wont ...
O waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn side,Where I and my love ...
I thought it made me look more 'working class' (as if a bit of chequered cloth could bridge that gap!) ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
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