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...re,
 My stomach’s as proud as them a’, man.


Though I canna ride in weel-booted pride,
 And flee o’er the hills like a craw, man,
I can haud up my head wi’ the best o’ the breed,
 Though fluttering ever so braw, man.


My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o’ the best,
 O’ pairs o’ guid breeks I hae twa, man;
And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps,
 And ne’er a wrang steek in them a’, man.


My sarks they are few, but five o’ them new,
 Twal’ hundred, as white as the sna...Read more of this...

...ng, while dew-drops hang
 Around her on the castle wa’;
Sae merrily they danced the ring
 Frae eenin’ till the cock did craw;
And aye the o’erword o’ the spring
 Was “Irvine’s bairns are bonie a’.”...Read more of this...

...rk in Death’s fish-creel, we wail
 Tam Samson’s dead!


Rejoice, ye birring paitricks a’;
Ye cootie muircocks, crousely craw;
Ye maukins, cock your fud fu’ braw
 Withouten dread;
Your mortal fae is now awa;
 Tam Samson’s dead!


That woefu’ morn be ever mourn’d,
Saw him in shooting graith adorn’d,
While pointers round impatient burn’d,
 Frae couples free’d;
But och! he gaed and ne’er return’d!
 Tam Samson’s dead!


In vain auld age his body batters,
In vain the gout his ancle...Read more of this...

...heard nae mair, for Chanticleer
 Shook off the pouthery snaw,
 And hail’d the morning with a cheer,
 A cottage-rousing craw.
 But deep this truth impress’d my mind—
 Thro’ all His works abroad,
 The heart benevolent and kind
 The most resembles God....Read more of this...

...Scotch Drink canna quicken,
He cheeps like some bewilder’d chicken
Scar’d frae it’s minnie and the cleckin,
 By hoodie-craw;
Grieg’s gien his heart an unco kickin,
 Willie’s awa!


Now ev’ry sour-mou’d girnin blellum,
And Calvin’s folk, are fit to fell him;
Ilk self-conceited critic skellum
 His quill may draw;
He wha could brawlie ward their bellum—
 Willie’s awa!


Up wimpling stately Tweed I’ve sped,
And Eden scenes on crystal Jed,
And Ettrick banks, now roaring red,
 Whi...Read more of this...

...The blitter frae the boggie;
The tod reply’d upon the hill,
 I trembled for my Hoggie.
When day did daw, and cocks did craw,
 The morning it was foggie;
An unco tyke, lap o’er the dyke,
 And maist has kill’d my Hoggie!...Read more of this...

...Ye wadna found in Christendie.


Chorus.—We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,
 But just a drappie in our ee;
The cock may craw, the day may daw
 And aye we’ll taste the barley bree.


Here are we met, three merry boys,
 Three merry boys I trow are we;
And mony a night we’ve merry been,
 And mony mae we hope to be!
 We are na fou, &c.


It is the moon, I ken her horn,
 That’s blinkin’ in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
 But, by my sooth, she’ll wait a we...Read more of this...

...r down in the depths below him; 
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa, 
Like a sunbeam in the water,
See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish, 
Like a spider on the bottom, 
On the white and sandy bottom.
At the stern sat Hiawatha, 
With his fishing-line of cedar; 
In his plumes the breeze of morning 
Played as in the hemlock branches; 
On the bows, with tail erected, 
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo; 
In his fur the breeze of morning 
Played as in the prairie grasses.
On the white sand of t...Read more of this...

...putty--Sam, thou's an ass for thy paaïns:
Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs, nor in all thy braaïns.
Woä--theer's a craw to pluck wi' tha, Sam; yon 's parson's 'ouse--
Dosn't thou knaw that a man mun be eäther a man or a mouse?
Time to think on it then; for thou'll be twenty to weeäk.
Proputty, proputty--woä then, woä--let ma 'ear mysén speäk.
Me an' thy muther, Sammy, 'as been a'talkin' o' thee;
Thou's beän talkin' to muther, an' she beän a tellin' it me.
Thou'll not mar...Read more of this...

...ers halfway waking. He perceived 
120 That coolness for his heat came suddenly, 
121 And only, in the fables that he scrawled 
122 With his own quill, in its indigenous dew, 
123 Of an aesthetic tough, diverse, untamed, 
124 Incredible to prudes, the mint of dirt, 
125 Green barbarism turning paradigm. 
126 Crispin foresaw a curious promenade 
127 Or, nobler, sensed an elemental fate, 
128 And elemental potencies and pangs, 
129 And beautiful barenesses as yet unsee...Read more of this...

...}, 
To and two about about 
Singing the end of Advent out, 
Dwindling down to windlestraws 
When the glittering peacock craws, 
As craw the glittering peacock should 
When Christ's own star come over the wood. 
Lamb of the sky comes out of fold 
Wandering windy heavens cold. 
So they shone and sang till twelve 
When all the bells ring out of theirselve. 
Rang a peal for Christmas morn, 
Glory, men, for Christ is born. 

All the old monks' singing places 

Glimmered quick with...Read more of this...

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