The Song of Death |
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,
Now gay with the broad setting sun;
Farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,
Our race of existence is run!
Thou grim King of T...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 15:12:00 GMT |
The Battle Of Sherramuir |
O cam ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi' me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?"
I saw the battle, sair and teugh,
And reekin-red ran mony a sheugh;
My ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 11:50:00 GMT |
Forlorn, my Love |
Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near, Far, far from thee, I wander here; Far, far from thee, the fate severe, At which I most repine, Love. Chorus:O wert thou, Love, but near me! But near, near, near me,...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 07:01:00 GMT |
No Churchman Am I |
No churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No sly man of business contriving a snare, For a big-belly'd bottle's the whole of my care. The peer I don't e...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 08:12:00 GMT |
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton |
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
&nbs...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 08:38:00 GMT |
Ode for General Washingtons Birthday |
No Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Aeolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, A broken chain exulting bring, And d...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 08:07:00 GMT |
Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr! |
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor. The scatt'red coveys me...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:08:00 GMT |
Caledonia |
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There was once a day, but old Time was then young, That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line, From some of your northern deities sprung, (Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?) From Tw...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 06:13:00 GMT |
I Love My Love In Secret |
My Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a' beset wi' diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring. Chorus.-
My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonie Sandy O; Tho' th...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 09:20:00 GMT |
Inconstancy in Love |
Let not Woman e'er complain Of inconstancy in love; Let not Woman e'er complain Fickle Man is apt to rove: Look abroad thro' Nature's range, Nature's mighty Law is change, Ladies, would it not seem st...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 05:58:00 GMT |
