Here’s a health to them that’s awa - by
Here’s freedom to him that wad read, / Here’s freedom to him that wad write! / There’s nane ever feared…
18th century poems
Address to a Haggis - by
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
/ Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
/ Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
/ …
O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast - by
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
Moladh Beinn Dóbhrain (extract) - by
4. Siubhal
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/ A’ bheinn luiseanach fhailleanach
/ Mheallanach lìontach,
/ Gun choimeas dh’ a fallaing
/ Air thalamh na Crìosdachd:
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/ ‘S ro-neònach tha mise,…
Epitaph on my own Friend - by
An honest man here lies at rest,
/ As e’er God with His image blest:
/ The friend of man, the friend of…
Clyde - by
extract from ‘Falls of Clyde’, part of the the poem ‘Clyde’
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/ Where ancient Corehouse hangs above the stream,
/ And far…
Afton Water - by
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
/ Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
/ My Mary’s asleep by…
The Silver Tassie - by
The Silver Tassie
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/ Go bring to me a pint o wine,
/ And fill it in a silver tassie;
/ That I may drink, before…
Achmhasan an Deideidh, a Deudach Dhomhnuill Fhriseal - by
Mìle marbhaisg ort, a dhèideidh,
/ Thar gach galair,
/ ‘S duilich leam mar dh’fhàg thu m’ eudail…
Òran Eile - by
Tha mise fo mhulad san àm,
/ Chan òlar leam dram le sunnd;
/ Tha durrag air ghur ann am’ chàil
/ A dh’fhiosraich do chàch…
Ode to the Gowdspink - by
Frae fields whare Spring her sweets has blawn
/ Wi caller verdure owr the lawn,
/ The gowdspink comes in new attire,…
A Man’s a Man for a’ That - by
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…