Ballad of The Monkland Cottar (Janet Hamilton Poems)
It's no a tale o' luve I sing, Nor ane o' war an' glory:It's juist a lay o' Scottish life— A guid ...
It's no a tale o' luve I sing, Nor ane o' war an' glory:It's juist a lay o' Scottish life— A guid ...
She was wearin' awa'! she was wearin' awa'!Wi' the leaves in October, we thocht she wad fa',For her cheek was ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
A Legend of Luggie Burn (Langloan)Wow, Maggie, hae ye seen a ghaist? Your maist as white as ane yoursel,'Wi' een like ...
Aul' Sheepieknowe! how dear the name! Lane birthplace o' my gude forbears;Scene o' their life-lang cares an' toils, Their sunny joys an' ...
The fever-cloud hung owre the toun, Dark drippin' wi' the dews o' death,That fell on mony a lowly hame Wi' silent, stealin,' ...
Beside the winter e'ening fire, A gleg wee lass o' towmonds ten,Sat nestlin' close to Grannie's knee, Upon the cozie clean fire-en'.The ...
A clever young dominie—noo in a kirk—Was keepin' a schule near to auld Grannie Mirk—A couthie auld grannie as e'er ...
O Nannie, dear Nannie! whan ye gaed awa',I thocht my fu' heart wad hae broken in twa;An' sair ye were ...
He donn'd his bannet braid and blue, His hame-spun suit o' hodden grey,His blue boot-hose drew ower his knees, An' teuk the ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
Lines Addressed To A Friend On Receiving From Him A Volume of "The Parnassus Journal."Owre a Parnassus I hae wannert,Wi' ...
I wadna bid ye welcome hereIn Southern phrase; I wadna speirWhat was the erran' brocht ye here;But soul, and heart, ...
At The Beginning of The Ceevil War in AmericaFrien' Jonathan, tak' gude advice, an' fast as eer ye dow,Fling doon ...
Frien' Tammie, I thocht that I coudna dae betterThan rhyme a bit scrift in reply to yer letter,Sae I juist ...
O Jeanie, my woman! whar is't ye are gaun,Wi' a bairn on yer arm an' ane in yer haun?There's snaw ...
Wi' a blush, an' a glint o' true luve frae her e'e,Her bonnie white haunie, sae saft an' sae wee,A' ...
The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
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 ...
NOW, Kennedy, if foot or horse E'er bring you in by Mauchlin corse, (Lord, man, there's lasses there wad force ...
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