O Tell Me How For To Woo (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Oh! tell me, bonie young lassie!Oh tell me how for to woo!Oh tell me, bonie sweet lassie!Oh tell me how ...
Oh! tell me, bonie young lassie!Oh tell me how for to woo!Oh tell me, bonie sweet lassie!Oh tell me how ...
'Hech! lass, but ye're canty and vogie!Wow! but your e'en look pauky and roguie!What war ye doing, Kate, down in ...
The ancient poets ne'er did dreamThat Canada was land of cream,They ne'er imagined it could flowIn this cold land of ...
I met her on the Lachlan Side —A darling girl I thought her,And ere I left I swore I'd winThe ...
ANE SUPPLICATIOUN DIRECTIT TO THE KINGIS GRACE Schir! though your Grace has put gret order Baith in the Hieland and ...
" Behold the mansion swift upreared for Jack: See the malt stored in many an ample sack. Mark how the ...
On the banks of the River Schlemozzle, Mid the deserts and sands of Dundalk,I've hunted wild llamas in purple pyjamas,I've ...
Mr Jeremiah JeffersOwned a pair of spotted heifersThese he sold for two pounds tenTo Mr Robert Raymond WrenWho reared them ...
Which reminds me, said O'Brien --"And 'tis not a word of lyin' -- Of a summertime way back in eighty-two,Whin ...
'Find meat on bones that soon have none,And drink in the two milked crags,The merriest marrow and the dregsBefore the ...
She milked the cow; and all the morn was hushed - (It was a beast that never kicked or rushed)The ...
In my dreamI milked a cow,the terrible udderlike a great rubber lilysweated in my fingersand as I yanked,waiting for the ...
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore ...
We were born of tea, our mum could drink fourteen cups a day, an awesome feat to try to rationalise, ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
In my dream I milked a cow, the terrible udder like a great rubber lily sweated in my fingers and ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
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