Here’s a health to them that’s awa - by
Here’s freedom to them that wad read,
Here’s freedom to them that wad write!
There’s nane ever fear’d that the truth should be heard,
But they whom the truth would indite.
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
/
/ A’ bheinn luiseanach fhailleanach
/ Mheallanach lìontach,
/ Gun choimeas dh’ a fallaing
/ Air thalamh na Crìosdachd:
/
/ ‘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’
/
/ 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
/
/ 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…