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Famous Aith Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Aith poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous aith poems. These examples illustrate what a famous aith poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Burns, Robert
..., a glen was green,
Upon the banks they eas’d their shanks,
 And aye she set the wheel between:
But Duncan swoor a haly aith,
 That Meg should be a bride the morn;
Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,
 And flang them a’ out o’er the burn.

We will big a wee, wee house,
 And we will live like king and queen;
Sae blythe and merry’s we will be,
 When ye set by the wheel at e’en.
A man may drink, and no be drunk;
 A man may fight, and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonie...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert them tidings hame.

Nor only bring them tidings hame,
 But do their errands there,
And aiblins gowd and honor baith
 Might be that laddie’s share.

There was Maggy by the banks o’ Nith,
 A dame wi’ pride eneugh;
And Marjory o’ the mony Lochs,
 A Carlin auld and teugh.

And blinkin Bess of Annandale,
 That dwelt near Solway-side;
And whisky Jean, that took her gill,
 In Galloway sae wide.

And auld black Joan frae Crichton Peel, 1
 O’ gipsy kith an’ kin...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...iend! whare ye gaun?
 Will ye go back?”

It spak right howe,—“My name is Death,
But be na fley’d.”—Quoth I, “Guid faith,
Ye’re maybe come to stap my breath;
 But tent me, billie;
I red ye weel, tak care o’ skaith
 See, there’s a gully!”

“Gudeman,” quo’ he, “put up your whittle,
I’m no designed to try its mettle;
But if I did, I wad be kittle
 To be mislear’d;
I wad na mind it, no that spittle
 Out-owre my beard.”

“Weel, weel!” says I, “a bargain be’t;
Come, gie’s...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...made himsel,
 Or witty catches—
’Tween Inverness an’ Teviotdale,
 He had few matches.

Then up I gat, an’ swoor an aith,
Tho’ I should pawn my pleugh an’ graith,
Or die a cadger pownie’s death,
 At some dyke-back,
A pint an’ gill I’d gie them baith,
 To hear your crack.

But, first an’ foremost, I should tell,
Amaist as soon as I could spell,
I to the crambo-jingle fell;
 Tho’ rude an’ rough—
Yet crooning to a body’s sel’
 Does weel eneugh.

I am nae poet, in a...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
Then echo thro’ Saint Stephen’s wa’s
 Auld Scotland’s wrangs.

Dempster, 3 a true blue Scot I’se warran’;
Thee, aith-detesting, chaste Kilkerran; 4
An’ that glib-gabbit Highland baron,
 The Laird o’ Graham; 5
An’ ane, a chap that’s damn’d aulfarran’,
 Dundas his name: 6

Erskine, a spunkie Norland billie; 7
True Campbells, Frederick and Ilay; 8
An’ Livistone, the bauld Sir Willie; 9
 An’ mony ithers,
Whom auld Demosthenes or Tully
 Might own for brithers.

See s...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...os’d the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger’d maukin taen her way,
 To kail-yards green,
While faithless snaws ilk step betray
 Whare she has been.

The thresher’s weary flingin-tree,
The lee-lang day had tired me;
And when the day had clos’d his e’e,
 Far i’ the west,
Ben i’ the spence, right pensivelie,
 I gaed to rest.

There, lanely by the ingle-cheek,
I sat and ey’d the spewing reek,
That fill’d, wi’ hoast-provoking smeek,
 The auld clay...Read more of this...

by Burns, Robert
...SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu’ list,
O’ gudes an’ gear, an’ a’ my graith,
To which I’m clear to gi’e my aith.

 Imprimis, then, for carriage cattle,
I hae four brutes o’ gallant mettle,
As ever drew afore a pettle.
My hand-afore ’s a guid auld has-been,
An’ wight an’ wilfu’ a’ his days been:
My hand-ahin ’s a weel gaun fillie,
That aft has borne me hame frae Killie. 2...Read more of this...

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