The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many – they are few.’
fables
My First Bawbee - by
O! nane, I trew, on a’ the yirth
/ Was happier than me,
/ When in my wee…
Olive Tree - by
Some friendly soul, quite near old age,
/ when time to think is plenty, sits,
/ still spry enough, beneath an olive tree,
/ to take…
from The Cock and the Fox - by
Thocht brutall beistis be irrationall –
/ That is to say, wantand discretioun –
/ Yet ilk ane in thair kynd naturall
/ Hes mony divers…