Charlotte - by
C is like an egg cracked in half for a cake
/ H is like a ladder climbing up to a fire…
C is like an egg cracked in half for a cake
/ H is like a ladder climbing up to a fire…
carries the guid Scots tongue in her heid
/ all the way to London
/
/ where it becomes like the kitchen china
/ worn and cracked…
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…
Molly Pin Li McLaren,
/ come home and look
/ at the pictures in your brand-new book –
/ a tree, a bird, a fish, a…
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