Mary Lee: A Ballad (Janet Hamilton Poems)
What ails ye, bonnie Mary Lee? What gars ye greet an' pine?Your e'e is dim, your cheek is wan— What ails ye, ...
What ails ye, bonnie Mary Lee? What gars ye greet an' pine?Your e'e is dim, your cheek is wan— What ails ye, ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
Na, na, I wunna pairt wi' that, I downa gi'e it up;O' Scotlan's hamely mither tongue I canna quat the grup.It's 'bedded ...
THE bride she is winsome and bonny,Her hair it is snooded sae sleek,And faithfu' and kind is her Johnny,Yet fast ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
YE are twa laddies unco gleg, An' blithe an' bonnie: As licht o' heel as Anster's Meg;-- Gin ye'd a ...
The deid sleep soun' in the auld kirkyaird, At the fit o' the hills sae steep;They dream sweet dreams aneath ...
Oh, Jenny, she is fair an' braw, An' Daisy fu' o' lovin' wiles;Then Mary has a broo o' snaw, An' ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
Chorus-I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I'll aye ca' in by yon town, And ...
NOW rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, ...
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
WHAT will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! My only beast, I had nae ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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