Scots Archives - Scottish Poetry Library

Gie’s yer Haun - by Don Paterson

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Merkin time in the reel thegither / ye’ll be cantin the sang wi me

Yellow Circle - by Graham Fulton

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an a knew right away / it wiz a warnin / an thi wizard wiz tellin me / ti mend ma wickt ways

Fir Tom Leonard - by Jenni Fagan

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D’ye ever hink aboot the furthest part ay the desert in Egypt? / How there’s ridges ay sand – / that huvnae seen hoof or foot or bike or tortoise or bucket or spade,

Yon Hairy Stick - by Jo Gilbert

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Tak great delight in watchin him itch / recht uncomfy wae sic self-honesty, / He disnae see fit we dae:

The Auld Fowks’ Hame - by Sheena Blackhall

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Daith causes a minor stooshie / Curtains hap the corp / The body’s wheeched awa upon a trolly / The unnertakkers are baith faist an skeely

Thomas The Rhymer - by Thomas the Rhymer

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As I gaed doun by Huntly BankMasel alane, makkin maneYin merrie month o May,I heard the jay an throstle trillThe mavis’ sang, the wudlark’s pealAn aw aboot me rang Aneath a green tree lang I layWhen ridan ower the leeI saw a gaye ladyeBut gin I sat til DoomisdayMa tung tae twist an trieI ne’er […]

Hame Fae Skweel - by Lesley Benzie

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Opinin the front-door on return fae skweel,
her unconscious mither sprawled halfwye oot

Fessen in the Vernacular - by Lesley Benzie

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There is ane o them wide blue skies
turnin the sea a deep bluegreen
like his een.

The End - by Mary Symon

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In a glen I kent lang syne;
Wi’ the laverock singin’ bonnie
In a lift that’s lown an’ blue,

Grey Feather - by Kathleen Jamie

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Grey Feather,
cast frae an antrin burd

Gobby - by Vicki Husband

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Ah wis the gobbywan in the yard banged oanaboot oor rights fir thirty year awthat fight got naewhere fastthen it closed like aw the rest Onlylater they found the ‘sbestosstowed away in ma lungs smugglingma breath oot leaving melittle tae go on The ships Ah built upknocked me doon in the endFirst the cough cough cough then quickening breathtil […]

The Routin Brig - by Susi Briggs

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I marvel at the white waterfa
Cascading bricht plashin against the arc wet stanes
A rainbow portal shimmers and vanishes

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