May Middleton’s Tam (Alexander Anderson Poems)
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
Their schoolboy days have form'd a theme,For nearly all the bards I know,But mine are like a fading dreamWhich happen'd ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
Air — "The County Meeting."Ye'er welcome, leddies, ane and a',Ye'er welcome to our County Ha';Sae weel ye look when buskit ...
The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and thanHe gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for ...
We didn't like the bo'sun's mate --(Yo, 'eave ho! an' a bottle o' lemonade or somethin' soft, Miss).Becos 'is dile ...
Did ye see the Bowgie man Stan'in' at the door?Ae big pock flung owre his back, Anither doon afore.Did ye ...
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your ...
I dinna ken what is the maitter wi' Jeams,He canna get sleepit at nicht for his dreams,An' aye when he ...
HIM!He dressed hisself from top ter toeTo beat the lates' fash'n.He give his boots a extry glow,His dicky glistered like ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
O ROUGH, rude, ready-witted Rankine, The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin! There's mony godly folks are thinkin, Your ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair, He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair; Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare, ...
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