FHAIRSHON swore a feudAgainst the clan M’Tavish—March’d into their landTo murder and to rafish;For he did resolveTo extirpate the vipers,With four-and-twenty men,And five-and-thirty pipers. But when that he had goneHalf-way down Strath-Canaan,Of his fighting tailJust three there were remainin’.They were all he hadTo back him in ta battle:All the rest had goneOff to drive ta […]
At Mill O’ Tifty there lived a man
In the neighborhood of Fyvie
He had a bonnie dochter dear
Whose name was Bonnie Annie
Earl Gawain wooed the Lady Barbara,—
High-thoughted Barbara, so white and cold !
The King sits in Dunferline toun,
/ Drinkin the blude-reid wine
/ ‘O whaur will A get a skeely skipper
/ Tae sail…
A Chieftan to the Highlands bound,
/ Cries, ‘Boatman, do not tarry;
/ And I’ll give thee a silver pound
/ To row…
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you;
/ the snipe was speaking of you in her deep…
