That Weary Gowf (Alexander Anderson Poems)
I tried the gowfin' when at Troon, The links are bonnie there to see,A warm September day flung doon Its ...
I tried the gowfin' when at Troon, The links are bonnie there to see,A warm September day flung doon Its ...
The deil's in that bit bairn o' mine, for every noo and thanHe gies me siccan frichts, that whiles for ...
I miss my bonnie bairn, I miss him unco sair,I miss him stan'in' at the door, I miss him up ...
Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my soul;For critics said 'twas aye a ...
Gaelic Air — "Mo Leannan Faluich."I'll no be had for naething,I'll no be had for naething,I tell ye, lads, that's ...
Saturday Night.Noo, ye'll no' tak' it ill o' me, Mistress Macqueen,For ye ken ye are juist a young kimmer,An' I ...
O, waly, waly up the bank,And waly, waly down the brae,And waly, waly yon burn-side,Where I and my love wont ...
Is wee Jamie waukin' yet? Lyin' unco lang;Better cuddlin' in his bed When his mammy's thrang.Here he's comin' ow'r the ...
Air — "Country Bumpkin."Hech! hey! the mirth that was there, The mirth that was there, ...
Air — "Loch Erroch Side."'Twas on a simmer's afternoon,A wee afore the sun gaed doun,A lassie wi' a braw new ...
O, there's nocht can tak' us back like the broom upon the brae,In the auld, auld times that are noo ...
There were twa doos sat in a dookit;Twa wise-like birds, and round they luiket;An' says the ane unto the ither,What ...
How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne, When youth was in its May;When tears were tears, and love was love, An' ...
Langsyne, when life was bonnie, An' a' the skies were blue,When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' ...
O! can'le licht's baith braw and brichtAt e'en when bars are drawn,But can'le licht's a dowie sichtWhen dwinin' i' the ...
Air — "Comin' thro' the Rye."I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,I'll never married be;For the only ane that ...
This fell when dinner-time was done -- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub -- That oor mon Jock cam' ...
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
"Hae ye heard whit ma auld mither's postit tae me? It fair maks me hamesick," says Private McPhee. "And whit ...
I SEND to you, commissioners, A paper that may please ye, sirs (For troth they say it might be worse ...
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