Battle Of Otterbourne (Anonymous British Poems)
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
It fell about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,And it was "Hey for hame!"But up an' cried the skipper til ...
It feel about the Lammas tide,When the muir-men win their hay,The doughty Douglas bound him to rideInto England, to drive ...
MY canty, witty, rhyming plughman,I haftin's dout, it is na' true, man,That ye between the stilts was bred,Wi' plughman school'd ...
GRANDFATHERT' watter is blue i' t' offin', An' blue is t' sky aboon;Swallows are settin' sou'ard, An' wanin' ...
Ay, I'm a ranter, so at least fowks say; Happen they'd tell t' same tale o' t' postle ...
A weddin', a woo, A clog an' a shoe,A pot full o' porridge; away we go! ...
Fieldfares, bonny fieldfares, feedin' 'mang the bent, Wheer the sun is shinin' through yon cloud's wide rent, ...
Good day to you, Misther skealmaisther, the evenin' is desperate fine, I thowt I wad gie ye a call ...
Assis sur le bord d'un chantier Avec des gens de mon m?tier, C'est-?-dire avec une troupe Qui ne jure que ...
He's a muckle man, Sandy, he's mair nor sax fitA size that's no' handy for wark i' the pit,But frae ...
Baloo loo, lammie, now baloo my dear;Now, baloo loo, lammy, ain minnie is here:What ails my sweet bairnie? What ails ...
THE LOVELY lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For, e'en to morn she cries, alas! And ...
MY honor'd Colonel, deep I feel Your interest in the Poet's weal; Ah! now sma' heart hae I to speel ...
THE BLUDE-RED rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; ...
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
MY Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better ...
The lovely lass o' Inverness, Nae joy nor pleasure can she see; For e'en and morn she cries, "Alas!" And ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
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