The Brus Book IX (John Barbour Poems)
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
Now leve we intill the ForestDouglas that sall bot litill restTill the countre ...
The king is went till his ...
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tidWith his blastis hidwys to bidWas ourdryvyn ...
Ae day short syne, whan gaun afiel,A douce aul' farrant eldrin chielCam' yont the burn tae hae a crack,For John ...
"The Short And Simple Annals of The Poor"A lanely loch, a muirlan' broon, A warl' o' whins an' heather,Whaur aft, whan ...
A clever young dominie—noo in a kirk—Was keepin' a schule near to auld Grannie Mirk—A couthie auld grannie as e'er ...
Aul' Scotlan'! lan' o' cakes an' sang,O' gude pease scones an' kebbuck whang,Yer crumpy farls o' ait meal cake,An' barley ...
She wrocht her wark an' never lintit,Her wrangs to nane she ever mintit;An' tho' they war baith grit an' sair,O' ...
O! mirk was the nicht, an' the hour it was late,Whan a bonnie young leddy gaed up the gate;Sae slow ...
My aul' neebour Johnnie had lang been awa',Twa towmonds an' mair I kent naething avaO' what he was daein', or ...
O wha's the bride that cairries the bunchO' thistles blinterin white?Her cuckold bridegroom little dreidsWhat he sail ken this nicht.For ...
In Ioyows Iulii, quhen the flouris suete,Degesteable engenered throu the heet,Baith erbe and froyte, busk and bewis, braidHaboundandlye in euiry ...
Yong Wallace, fulfillit of hie curage,In prys of armys desirous and sauage,Thi Waslage may neuir be forlorn,Thi deidis ar knawin ...
(VITA NOBILISSIMI DEFENSORIS SCOTIE WILELMI WALLACE MILITIS)Book IOur antecessowris that we suld of reideAnd hald in mynde, thar nobille worthi ...
Come in, gudeman, to your ain fireside, There's a cauld, cauld grup in the air,An' the win' blaws snell frae ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
Frae the schulehoose that sat at the heid o' the green,To the fit o' the toon where the smiddy was ...
Laude, honor, prasingis, thankis infynite To the, and thi dulce ornate fresch endite, Mast reverend Virgill, of Latyne ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
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