Tam And The Leeches (David Rorie Poems)
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
He's a deil o' a wean—what ava can he mean?Lod, he'll ow'r-gang us a' yet, an' that'll be seen;Here's his ...
Oor Rab's in his bed, an' he's sleepin' sae soun'That afore he wad wauken the hoose micht fa' doon.Sae I'll ...
Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toonThat whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';For frae ...
There cam a man to oor toon-en',And a waesome carl was he,Snipie-nebbit, and crookit-mou'd,And gleyt o' a blinterin ee.Muckle he ...
I ken'd Maggie weel ere she grew to a wife,An' smiled in the sunshine o' a' its sweet life;But, wae's ...
Oor Sis is a mitherly sort o' a bairn,An unco gleg thing, an' sae easy to learn,That let her see ...
Her faither says aften fu' plainly to me,'The wean, woman, 's juist like oor neebors, we see,An' naething ava to ...
Bauld Robin Ford, frae Glasgow toon, Cam' here an' spent a nicht wi' me;An' wow, he is an unco chield, ...
Pit the bairn on mammy's back, Ow'r her shuiders pit his feet;Let me grup his wee fat legs, While his ...
Wull I ha'e to speak again To thae weans o' mine?Eicht o'clock, an' weel I ken The schule gangs in ...
He winna sup his poshie, the buffy, curly loon,But spurs and spurtles on my knee, an' quarrels for the spoon,Rubbin' ...
Here's wee Tam aside the fire, Soun' as soun' can be,Tangs across his wee fat legs, Heid upon his knee.Wauken, ...
What a plague is this o' mine, Winna steek his e'e,Though I hap him ow'r the head As cosie as ...
Come in the hoose this moment, paidlin' oot there in the rain,An', losh me! but ae buitie on, ye limmer ...
O a' the ills that come to swall a wearit mither's grief,The warst is when her laddie winna tak' his ...
Noo, ye ken, we'll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street,While the baton twirls an' the piper skirls To the ...
'Twas in a wee bit but-an'-benShe bade when first I kent her,Doon the side roadie by the kirkWhaur Andra was ...
Yersel' is't? Imphm! Man that's bad!A kin' o' thinness o' the blude?Gaed aff las' nicht intil a dwam?Keep's a'! But ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
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