THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay: Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…
Whan bells war rung, an mass was s… A wat a’ man to bed were gone, Clark Sanders came to Margret’s w… With mony a sad sigh and groan. “Are ye sleeping, Margret,” he sa…
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I… I backbite many, yet I never talk… In secret places most I seek to h… For he who feeds me never can abid…
The man cut his throat and left hi… The others went to get it. When they got there they put the h… Farther on the head fell out onto… They put the head back in the sack…
My friend iudge not me, Thou seest I iudge not thee: Betwixt the stirrop and the ground… Mercy I askt, mercy I found.
I want to go home, I want to go home, I don’t want to go in the trenches… Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel the… Take me over the sea
The wintry blast was fierce and co… And the lassie’s coat was thin and… Her little brother by her side Shivered and pitifully cried. ‘Come underneath my coat,’ said sh…
The following Epilogue to “The Padlock” was written by a very worthy Clergyman, soon after the first representation of that opera. The author of this little poem died in the Summer of 1...
When things go wrong, as they some… When the road you’re trudging seem… When the funds are low and the deb… And you want to smile but you have… When care is pressing you down a b…
MY blood so red For thee was shed, Come home again, come home again; My own sweet heart, come home agai… You’ve gone astray
The king sits in Dumferling toune… Drinking the blude-reid wine: “O whar will I get guid sailor, To sail this schip of mine?” Up and spak an eldern knicht,
YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray… And hae laid him on the green. Now wae be to thee, Huntley!
It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and caul… Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men, ‘We maun draw to a hauld. ’And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
SHALL I thus ever long, and be… And shall I still complain to the… Alas! say nay! say nay! and be… But open thou thy manly mouth and… Whereby my heart may think, alt…
OVER the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves; Under floods that are deepest,