John o’ Lorn - by
My plaid is on my shoulder and my boat is on the shore,
/ And it’s all bye…
exile
Columcille - by
Exile I am, for to the last, I carry in my
/ heart the oak groves of Derry with their
/ white angels…
To S. R. Crockett - by
Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying,
/ Blows the wind on the…
The Wild Geese - by
‘Oh tell me what was on yer road, ye roarin’ norlan’ Wind,
/ As ye cam’ blawin’ frae the land that’s niver…
Canadian Boat-Song - by
Listen to me, as when ye heard our father
/ Sing long ago, the song of other shores-
/ Listen to me,…
Hame - by
(St Andrew’s Day under the Southern Cross)
/
/ GOD bless our land, our Scotland,
/ Grey glen an’…
To Exiles - by
Are you not weary in your distant places,
/ Far, far from Scotland of the mist and storm,
/ In drowsy airs,…
Bohemia Lies by the Sea - by
If houses here are green, I’ll step inside a house.
/ If bridges here are sound, I’ll walk on solid ground.
January, 5 - by
Off Lindisfarne
/ the waves shiver like monks
/ at their ablutions.
/
/ Under high horizontals
/ of ice-cloud, the sky
/ scrubbed clean as a dairy.
/
/ The train darts north,
/ hungry…
Little Sea House - by
Little sea house,
/ when I found you,
/ the yellow poppies
/ …
Birds - by
According to the latest classification, Kurds
/ now belong to a species of bird
/ which is why, across the torn, yellowing…