The Drunkard’s Wife (Janet Hamilton Poems)
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
A month ago the world grew grey fer me; A month ago the light went out fer Rose.To 'er they ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
Vot roombles down de Bergstrass? Vot a grash ish in de air! Mit a desberate gonfusion, Und a gry of ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out, with me rifle on me knees, An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up ...
Cuddle doon an' sleep fu' soun', Mammy's bairnie saft an' cozie;Pit ae han' my neck aroun', An' the ither in ...
Pit the bairn on mammy's back, Ow'r her shuiders pit his feet;Let me grup his wee fat legs, While his ...
SOME neets are made for courtin',Neets when a new-born moonLies like a bairn in a creddle o' treesAn' rockin' sounds ...
What a plague is this o' mine, Winna steek his e'e,Though I hap him ow'r the head As cosie as ...
A lile wind kindly blaws to-day;They're takin' Dick, fra' ower t' way,To Dallow. Dick 'ud be reet fainTo rest theer, ...
The corn was turnin', hairs t was near,But lang afore the scythes could startA sough o'war gaed through the landAn' ...
Lay bye yere bawbee, my Jenny,Lay bye yere bawbee, my dear,Do as your mither aye did, She tuik gude care ...
Ain't it fine when things are goingTopsy-turvy and askewTo discover someone showingGood old-fashioned faith in you?Ain't it good when life ...
There was Rundle, Station Master, An' Beazeley of the Rail, An' 'Ackman, Commissariat, An' Donkin' o' the Jail; An' Blake, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
Sky's a-waxin' grey, Got to be a-goin'; Gittin' on my way, Where? I ain't a-knowin'. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun ...
Says Bauldy MacGreegor frae Gleska tae Hecky MacCrimmon frae Skye: "That's whit I hate maist aboot fechtin' -- it makes ...
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