The Weary Weird (Alexander Anderson Poems)
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
The Nith has a weird, weird soun' the nicht, As it swurls through the big black pool,An' the win' comin' ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
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 ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
Her faither says aften fu' plainly to me,'The wean, woman, 's juist like oor neebors, we see,An' naething ava to ...
'Twas up at the tree near the heid o' the glenI keppit a tinkler chiel,The cauld wind whistled his auld ...
Now gie me back my milkin' stool, An' leave me ...
lie an' look doon on the clachan, This best o' a' simmer days,An' doon by the side o' the burnie ...
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht, Wi' muckle faucht an' din—"O, try and sleep, ye waukrife rogues, Your faither's comin' ...
Wull I ha'e to speak again To thae weans o' mine?Eicht o'clock, an' weel I ken The schule gangs in ...
Did ye see the Bowgie man Stan'in' at the door?Ae big pock flung owre his back, Anither doon afore.Did ye ...
What a plague is this o' mine, Winna steek his e'e,Though I hap him ow'r the head As cosie as ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
Here's wee Tam aside the fire, Soun' as soun' can be,Tangs across his wee fat legs, Heid upon his knee.Wauken, ...
Come in the hoose this moment, paidlin' oot there in the rain,An', losh me! but ae buitie on, ye limmer ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
O' a' the toons that I've been in, I dearly love Dundee, It's there the bonnie lassie lives, The lass ...
Ither laddies may ha's finer claes, and may be better fed, But nane o' them a'has sic a bonnie curly ...
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