Fae France (Charles Murray Poems)
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
By the bend of the stream stood the house of old Ledgie Cooper, a worthy man, who about a hundred ...
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 ...
They were a' roun' aboot us, their hearts licht wi' glee,An' the pride an' the talk o' their faither an' ...
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 ...
Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toonThat whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';For frae ...
I was gaun to my supper richt hungert an' tired,A' day I'd been hard at the pleugh;The snaw wi' the ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
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 ...
Viooltjies in die voorhuis,Viooltjies blou en rooi!Viooltjies orals op die veld,En orals, ai, so mooi!Dit is die maand Oktober,die mooiste, ...
There aince was a very pawky duke,Far kent for his joukery-pawkery,Wha owned a hoose wi' a gran' outlook,A gairden an' ...
Auld Granny Grey Pow, Fetch the bairnies in;Bring them frae the Scaur Heid, Where they mak' sic din.Chase them frae ...
The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and thanHe gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for ...
He winna sup his poshie, the buffy, curly loon,But spurs and spurtles on my knee, an' quarrels for the spoon,Rubbin' ...
Saturday Night.Noo, ye'll no' tak' it ill o' me, Mistress Macqueen,For ye ken ye are juist a young kimmer,An' I ...
'Twas the turn o' the nicht when a' was quateAn' niver a licht to see,That Death cam' stappin' the clachan ...
Wee tottie's the smile that lichts up oor hearthstane—A dumpy bit thing that can scarce gang her lane;Yet what aul'-farrant ...
O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his ...
Dingle, dingle doozie, Hoo he lauchs to see'tWhirlin' roun' an' up an' doon, Frae his heid an' feet.Keep his dumpy ...
Yersel' is't? Imphm! Man that's bad!A kin' o' thinness o' the blude?Gaed aff las' nicht intil a dwam?Keep's a'! But ...
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