The Famous Historie: Cap. XI (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned KingAnd by three theeues works him a niew dispight,To God he praies who ...
The Argument.Hells damnd fiends finds Scots renouned KingAnd by three theeues works him a niew dispight,To God he praies who ...
XIThus when the Lord discovered had, and seenThe hidden secrets of each worthy's breast,Out of the hierarchies of angels sheenThe ...
Aw know some fowk will call it crime, To put sich stooaries into ryhme,But yet, contentedly aw chime Mi simple ditty:An if ...
'Aw'm havin' a smook bi misel', Net a soul here to spaik a word to, Aw've noa gossip to hear nor to ...
A'a! its grand to have th' place to yorsen! To get th' wimmen fowk all aght o'th' way!Mine's all off for ...
Aw heeard a funny tale last neet--Aw could'nt howd fro' laffin--'Twor at th' Bull's Heead we chonced to meet,An' spent ...
He'd had his share ov ups an daans, His sprees an troubles too;Ov country joys an life i' taans, He'd run th' ...
Awm havin a smook bi misel, Net a soul here to spaik a word to,Awve noa gossip to hear nor to ...
Aw've a treasure yo'd laff if yo saw, But its mem'ries are dear to mi heart;For aw've oft seen it stuck ...
As Rueben wor smookin his pipe tother neet, Bi th' corner o'th' little "Slip Inn;"He spied some fowk marchin, an fancied ...
Varry monny years ago, when this world wor rather young,A varry wicked sarpent, wi' a varry oily tongue,Whispered summat varry ...
They say 'at its a waste o' brass--a nasty habit too,--A thing 'at noa reight-minded chap wod ivver think to ...
Th' swallows are buildin ther nests, Jenny, Th' springtime has come with its flowers;Th' fields in ther greenest are drest, Jenny, An ...
A'a, Johnny! a'a, Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee! But come thi ways to me, an' sit o' mi knee. For it's shockin' ...
Come, Jack, lad, just cheer up a bit, dorn'd look so glum an' sad;Although we're deawn i' th' world just ...
'A, Johnny! A'a, Johnny! aw'm sooary for thee!But come thi ways to me, an sit o' mi knee;For it's shockin ...
Gie me a little humble cot, A bit o' garden graand,Set in some quiet an' sheltered spot, Wi' hills an' trees all ...
Neaw lads where ar yo beawn so fast,Yo happun ha no yerd whot's past;Au gettun wed sin au'r here last, ...
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