Poems

The Landskip

The Landskip How pleas’d within my native bowers Erewhile I pass’d the day! Was ever scene so deck’d with flowers? Were ever flowers so gay? How […]

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Bed Time

Bed Time Cuddle-doun my bairnie The dargie day is dune: Yon’s a siller sternie Ablow the siller mune. Like a wabster body Hingin on a threed […]

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Black Day

Black Day A skelp frae his teacher For a’ he cudna spell: A skelp frae his mither For cowpin owre the kale. A skelp frae his […]

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Epitaph

Epitaph They delv’d a saft hole For Johnnie McNeel: He aye had been droll But folk likit him weel. The bell gied a toll; And Mess […]

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