To Robert Burns (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
Sweet Singer that I loe the maistO' ony, sin' wi' eager hasteI smacket bairn-lips ower the tasteO' hinnied sang,I hail ...
My father had the gay good tunes, the like you'd seldom hear,A whole day could he whistle them, an' thin ...
Oh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street,I met with Bill. — "Hullo," he says, "let's give ...
It's little I can tell o' classic things,Homer an Dante strangers are to me,That Troy an Tyre wis places ower ...
Oh! the bonny, bonny dell, whaur the yorlin sings,Wi' a clip o' the sunshine atween his wings;Whaur the birks are ...
Eh! Sam, whatever doesto meeon;Aw see thae'rt theer i'th nook again;Where aw've a gill thae's nine or ten: Thae ...
The Man says:Laverock i' the lift,Hae ye nae sang-thrift,'At ye scatter 't sae heigh, and lat it a' drift?Wasterfu laverock!Dinna ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
As I was walkin on the strand,I spied ane auld man sitOn ane auld black rock; and aye the wavesCam ...
lie an' look doon on the clachan, This best o' a' simmer days,An' doon by the side o' the burnie ...
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carlGangs a' nicht rakin athort the warlWi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' ...
IT'S hard to see all bonnie thingsAlone 'at once we shared;Yon buddin' thorn, yon flutteringsOf blue-tits newly paired;Yon lapwing callin' ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
No matter wheer thoo wander,Be't North, South, East or West,In hot lands or in cool lands,Thi heart will find no ...
RICHARD RYDER! Awake! Awake!Let's go a-ridin' to-day;Fra' t' risin' of t' sun, to t' settin' of moon-Up an' away an' ...
O mavis singin' in the wood, When a' the hills are white wi' snaw;O mavis singin` in the wood, Though ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
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