The Spell of the Yukon - by
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,
/ I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
/ Was it famine…
early 20th century poems
The Dominie’s Happy Lot - by
The Dominie is growing grey,
/ And feth he’s keepit thrang
/ Wi’ counts an’ spellin’ a’ the day,
/ And liffies when…
The Sair Finger - by
You’ve hurt your finger? Puir wee man!
/ Your pinkie? Deary me!
/ Noo, juist you haud it that wey till
/ I…
Scotch Parting - by
There surely sud been mair fracaw;
/ A wee bit present, tak’ and gie,
/ …
Highways and Byways - by
Highways for eident feet,
/ That hae their mile to gae;
/ But byways when spring is sweet,
/ …
Conscience - by
‘Twas a bonnie day – and a day o’ dule
/ The day I plunkit the Sawbath schule !
/
/ I wan’ert awa’…
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…
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