The Little House (Fay Inchfawn Poems)
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
Aw've worn my bits o' shoon away, Wi' roving up an' deawn,To see yon moorlan' valleys, an' Yon ...
I've worn my bits o' shoon away, Wi' Rovin' up an' deawn,To see yon moorlan' valleys, an' Yon little country ...
When days are getting' short an' cold, an' the long nights begin,With waves like mountains rollin' high, an' the norther ...
All honour be to merchantmen,And ships of all degree,In warlike dangers manifoldWho sail and keep the sea, —In peril of ...
Air — "The Brier Bush."There grows a bonnie brier bush in our kail-yard,And white are the blossoms o't in our ...
Oh! Rowan Tree, Oh! Rowan Tree, thou'lt aye be dear to me,Intwin'd thou art wi' mony ties o' hame and ...
Now hark, all good hunters, I'll sing you the praiseOf a brave hound and goodly, that's worthAs gallant a creature ...
FU' yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside; It is the brawest harst field Alang the shores ...
Oh, it's back to Killarney, the glow and the gleam of it, Back to Killarney for me; Back to ...
Ah, little did my mother think,When to me she sung,What a heartbreak I would be,Her young and dautit son.And oh! ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
OH I am come to the low Countrie, Ochon, Ochon, Ochrie! Without a penny in my purse, To buy a ...
HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald, Picture o' the great Clanronald; Brawlie kens our wanton Chief Wha gat my young ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
OUT in the wastes of the West countrie, Out where the white stars shine, Grim and silent as such men ...
There's a sunny Southern land, And it's there that I would be Where the big hills stand, In the South ...
My little love, my darling, You were a doorway to me; You let me out of the confines Into this ...
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