Killochyett - by
Killochyett! … Killochyett! …
/ The dusk is drappin’ doon;
/ The waefu’ wind is whimp’rin’ in the trees;
/ The lichts begin tae blink aboot…
Language: Scots
March - by
On Sunday gawky and glaiket,
/ For life no carin’ a preen;
/ On Monday lookin’ forsaket,
/ Wi’ a misty weet in her een;
/ On Tuesday…
Ploughing the Lea - by
There’s as mony turns to the plooman’s craft
/ As jags on a common thistle;
/ There’s fower lang seasons ‘tween field and laft,
/ Wi’…
Heaven - by
A croon, a harp, a bonnie sang,
/ Wi’ naething tae dee but tak’ wir ease,
/ An’ still-an’-on we’re loath tae gyang –…
The Greater Sea - by
Oor boat is rigged tae face the greater sea,
/ The day daws blithely whan we must set sail.
/ Hou aften hae we…
Thonder they ligg - by
Frae the Gaelic o George Campbell Hay
/
/ “Thonder they ligg on the grund o the sea,
/ nae the hyne whaur they…
Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
For Willie Soutar, October 1943 - by
Twenty year beddit, and nou
/ the mort-claith.
/ This suld gar ilk ane grue,
/ …
Last Lauch - by
The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
For Alasdair - by
Standan here on a fogg-yirdit stane,
/ drappan the bricht flees on the broun spate,
/ I’m thinkan o ye, liggan thonder…
Chronos - by
A man wi’ a great big beard
/ A met;
/ Said: ‘Don’t be feared
/ If ye get wet.
/
/ Run twenty years
/ On nature’s…
Left Her Lane - by
Aiblins she thocht he’d hap her doon
/ In the old kirk-yaird ayont the toon
/ Whaur the kirkspire shadows his faither’s stane…