The whiskey on your breathCould make a small boy dizzy;But I hung on like death:Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pansSlid from the kitchen shelf;My mother’s countenanceCould not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wristWas battered on one knuckle;At every step you missedMy right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time […]
About to sit down with my half-pint of Guinness
I was magnetized by a remote phosphorescence
and drawn, like a moth, to the darkened back room
where a pool-table hummed to itself in the corner.
If you chance to strike a gathering of half-a-dozen friends
/ When the drink is Highland whusky or some chosen Border blends,
/ And…
Ay, gie’s ma rum. I’m needin’t sair, by God!
/ We’ve juist been bringin’ Wullie doun the line –…
In Chile now, cherries are dancing,
/ the dark, secretive girls are singing,
/ and in guitars, water is shining.
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/ The sun is touching every…
“If freedom an whisky gang thegither”: Robert Burns
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/ i.
/ When we sit wined and finely dined,
/ Dressed up in oor best, braw and…
In a little rainy mist of white and grey
we sat under an old tree,
drank tea toasts to the powdery mountain,
undrunk got merry, played catch
with the empty flask
If folk wad be cautious when takin’ a drappy,
/ And mind they maun eat as weel’s drink to be happy,
/ They’d be…
Ac mi ffrwydrith
yn llond cwpan o rosyn gwlithog
sy’n troi ei hwyneb llyfn tua’r llif
ac yn sugno’n hy o lygad y storm.
Úr mansöng þriðju rímu
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/ 1
/ Opnast munnur enn á ný,
/ ómar þunnir líða um skolt.
/ Þó ég kunni að koðna á því
/ kveð ég…
