The Herd And The Mavis (George MacDonald Poems)
What gars ye sing, said the herd-laddie,"What gars ye sing sae lood?""To tice them oot o' the yerd, laddie,The worms ...
What gars ye sing, said the herd-laddie,"What gars ye sing sae lood?""To tice them oot o' the yerd, laddie,The worms ...
Baloo loo, lammie, now baloo my dear;Now, baloo loo, lammy, ain minnie is here:What ails my sweet bairnie? What ails ...
It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang,A feckless hairy oubit, and merrily he sang—'My Minnie bad me ...
Come on, Marse Robert, throw yourself into the saddle,For the fifes are growing fretful and the drums begin to boom:Get ...
Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell.Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well.Pink was the shell ...
Annie she's dowie, and Willie he's wae:What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae,For Annie she's fair as the ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass, Whare are you gaun, my hinnie? She answered me right saucilie, "An errand ...
HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd, Wad taste sae ...
A GUID New-year I wish thee, Maggie! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie: Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' ...
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity, But ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
The Hielan' lassies are a' for spinnin', The Lowlan' lassies for prinkin' and pinnin'; My daddie w'u'd chide me, an' ...
Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well. Pink was the shell within, Silver ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
Where are the dames I used to know In Dawson in the days of yore? Alas, it's fifty years ago, ...
The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and ...
The widow sought the lawyer's room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones ...
Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis, And Doc Hill called it leucaemia -- But I know what brought me here: ...
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