Scotland’s Scaith, Or, The History O’ Will And Jean. Owre True A Tale. In Two Parts (Hector MacNeill Poems)
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
It's no a tale o' luve I sing, Nor ane o' war an' glory:It's juist a lay o' Scottish life— A guid ...
To Mrs M___, to whom we were indebted for a haggis,whose amplitude was in somewise commensurate with the largeness of ...
Aifter the war, says the papers, they'll no be content at hame,The lads that hae feucht wi' death twae 'ear ...
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
Royal Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in twa, ...
Royal Charlie's now awa, Safely owre the friendly main; Mony a heart will break in ...
Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a', Wi' a hundred pipers an' a' an' a';We'll up an' gie them ...
Bonnie Charlie's now awa',Safely owre the friendly main;Mony a heart will break in twa,Should he no' come back again.Will ye ...
Didn't you sail with Billy Riley las' v'yage —Bloke I used to knowIn the port watch o' the old 'Eliza ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
STOP, passenger! my story's brief, And truth I shall relate, man; I tell nae common tale o' grief, For Matthew ...
MY blessin's upon thy sweet wee lippie! My blessin's upon thy e'e-brie! Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
O WHY the deuce should I repine, And be an ill foreboder? I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine, I'll go ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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