Sketches of Village Character In Days “O’ Langsyne” (Janet Hamilton Poems)
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I.— COATBRIDGEWi' my haun on my haffit I sit by the fire,An' think that for nocht I hae sic a ...
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 ...
The days o' langsyne, O! the days o' langsyne,Sweet thochts o' the bygane, I never sall tyne;Tho' darklin' I sit ...
Recited at Burns' Centenary Festival, held at Mauchlin, January 25, 1859Oh Bard beloved! as pilgrims to thy shrine, With song and ...
I had auchteen months o' the war,Steel and pouther and reek,Fitsore, weary and wauf, -Syne I got hame for a ...
My young heart's luve! twal' years ha'e been A century to me; I ha'e na seen thy smile, nor heard Thy voice's melodie. The ...
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 ...
O, what's come o'Spunkie; can naebody tellWhaur it dances an' blinks at e'en on the fell?It's lang since I saw ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
A fiddler sits, wha has never been seen, On the ledgin' o' Boglebriggs;An' aye when the clock strikes the midnicht ...
I am auld an' frail, an' I scarce can gang, Though whiles when I tak' a turn,It's only when the ...
I still min' Jock Buchan, the lang gawkie fule,He was nearly man muckle though still at the schule,While I was ...
I'm growin' auld, an' no' sae yauld, Nor yet sae gleg as I ha'e been;But whiles, when I am a' ...
The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and thanHe gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for ...
O, mither, sing a sang to the bairns, When the nicht-fa' gathers them in;Wee Jamie oot at his elbows an' ...
Fareweel to my hame at the fit o' the glen,To the red rowan tree hingin' owre at the en',To the ...
How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne, When youth was in its May;When tears were tears, and love was love, An' ...
It is naething but a lilt, Yet its rinnin' in my heid;Just a lilt, an' that is a', O' an ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
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