Conscience - by
‘Twas a bonnie day – and a day o’ dule
/ The day I plunkit the Sawbath schule !
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/ I wan’ert awa’…
20th century poems
Hame - by
(St Andrew’s Day under the Southern Cross)
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/ GOD bless our land, our Scotland,
/ Grey glen an’…
The Soldiers’ Cairn - by
Gie me a hill wi’ the heather on’t,
/ An’ a reid sun drappin’ doon,
/ Or…
‘When you see millions of the mouthless dead’ - by
When you see millions of the mouthless dead
/ Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
/ Say not soft things as…
Rooks - by
There, where the rusty iron lies,
/ The rooks are cawing all the day.
/ Perhaps no man, until…
‘All the Hills and Vales Along’ - by
All the hills and vales along
/ Earth is bursting into song,
/ And the singers are the chaps
/ Who are going…
The Whistle - by
He cut a sappy sucker from the muckle rodden-tree,
/ He trimmed it, an’ he wet it, an’ he thumped it on…
Gin I Was God - by
I’d cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,
An’, or they’d time to lench a second ark,
Tak’ back my word an’ sen’ anither spate,
Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklat
Heraclitus - by
They taul’ me, Heraclitus, that ye had worn awa’:
/ I grat to mind hoo aft we ca’d the crack atween the…
Hamewith - by
Hot youth ever is a ranger,
/ New scenes ever its desire;
/ Cauld Eild, doubtfu’ o’ the stranger,
/ …
To Exiles - by
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
Bannocks o’ Barley - by
Just gie us a griddle, a guid Cu’-ross griddle,
/ A neivefu’ o’ salt and the side o’…