from The Wee Raggit Laddie to the Laird of Blackford Hill - by
Stout Laird o’ Blackford Hill, let me
/ But gain your honour’s lug a wee,
/ I fain wad let your lairdship see
/ …
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Winter Bairns - by
Winter bairns are happed in snaw,
singing merrily on the brae.
Cauld aneuch the wind micht blaw,
it winna worry sic as they.
Street Talk - by
There was a rammie in the street,
/ A stishie and stramash.
/ The crabbit wifie up the stair
/ Pit up her winda sash.
/
/ “Nou…
Brekin rainbows - by
He wis just a wee lad
/ dibblin in a puddle,
/ glaur fae heid tae fit,
/ enjoyin haen a guddle.
/ He…