To Miss M. Duncan,-Jan.1800. (Margaretta Wedderburn Poems)
YE gude for naething thrawn Dunny,I wish I had eneugh o' money,I on some elf wad spend a plack,To bring ...
YE gude for naething thrawn Dunny,I wish I had eneugh o' money,I on some elf wad spend a plack,To bring ...
I AM the Toy-maker; I have brought from the townAs much in my plack as should fetch a whole crown,I'll ...
To the Editor of The Albany ObserverDear Sir,Smarting from the effects of a neat back-hander administered to it by the ...
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille, In de town of Tennessee, Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd Mit all his cavallrie. ...
I.There was John Gordon an' Archibold,An' a yerl's twin sons war they;Quhan they war are an' twenty year auldThey fell ...
AIR - "Der Pabst lebt," WIE gehts, my frendts-if you'll allow- I sings you rite afay shoost now Some dretful ...
HET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg, Ride oud oopon de sand, Und vait to hear a paardeken; Coom tromplin from ...
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
VONCE oopon a dimes in Frankfort der Herr Breitemann exsberiencet an interfal pedween de periot ven he hat gespent de ...
I. FOR efery Rose dot ploome in spring, Dey say an maid is porn; For efery pain dot Rose vill ...
Mine dear Fritz: It shoost makes me feel plue Ven I get me dat letter you write, ...
Mine dear Fritz,--Vot to tink I don't know, Ven dose hospital letters I get, But mine tears ...
Dear Katrina--Dis letter I write From von hospital, somevere in France, For I get so proke oop ...
Dis old vorld is von uncertain blace, Dere is so many tings ve don't know, Ven ve ...
De moon shines ofer de cloudlens, Und de cloudts plow ofer de sea, Und I vent to Coney Island, Und ...
(DE POOTY VIDOW.) I. VOT DE YANKEE CHAP SUNG.DAT pooty liddle vidow Vot ve dosh'nt vish to name, Ish still ...
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaedThe lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid,The win' blew laich and eerie.In's ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
THOU'S 1 welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me, If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mamie, Shall ever daunton me or ...
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