Rhymes For The Times: II (Janet Hamilton Poems)
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
Now, all aboard, my sonnies, for the time is slipping past,We've got to make ten miles before the dawn,Our team's ...
Beside the winter e'ening fire, A gleg wee lass o' towmonds ten,Sat nestlin' close to Grannie's knee, Upon the cozie clean fire-en'.The ...
It wor dark an mi way wor across a wild mooar, An noa signs could aw find ov a track,'Twor a ...
he was Deadhe never Liveddieddiedhe died seekin' a Causeseekin' the Causebecausehe saidhe never saw the causebut he heardthe causeheard the ...
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never,Where the dead men lie and the ...
Wi' my singular song I reach Loch Long,An' waken the Holy Loch,An' shout at Dunoon an' the firth below,Assistin' all ...
Sure, Felix McCarty he lived all aloneOn the top av a hill be the town av Athione,And the pride av ...
You may talk of Columbus's sailingAcross the Atlantical SeaBut he never tried to go railingFrom Ennis as far as KilkeeYou ...
My sister's best feller is 'most six-foot-three,And handsome and strong as a feller can be;And Sis, she's so little, and ...
When fo' yeahs yo've been er tryin''N' de thing fo' wh't yer tries,Ez yo' reach yer han' ter t'ke it,Des ...
Hi, it's a funny world! This mornin' when I wokeI saw red robin on the fence, an' heard the words ...
Once upon a recent even, as I lay in fitful slumber,Weaving dreams and seeing visions vague and utterly absurd,Suddenly I ...
You are jest an old waddy that's been everywhere.You've about held your own and done more than your share.You wind ...
DE picknock oud at Spraker's Wood:- It melt de soul und fire de plood. Id sofly slid from cakes und ...
Most all of your boys have rode horses like that.He wasn't too thin but he never got fat.The old breed ...
'Twas the turn o' the nicht when a' was quateAn' niver a licht to see,That Death cam' stappin' the clachan ...
Down here in Cactus Center we ain't much on splittin' hairs;In the fancy shades of language we are puttin' on ...
There's a new grace up on Boot Hill, where we've planted Rowdy Pete;He died one evenin', sudden, with his leather ...
In camp he was awkward, the sort of a manThat would upset a bucket or step in a pan.He never ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
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