The Darkling Thrush - by
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited
Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
/ to choose a menu for the wake.
/
/ We’re at the end of the…
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
Some one was singing
/ Up a twisty stair,
/ A fragment…
I.
/ I sing of a spot,
/ Tho’ the warld knows it not,
/ And it’s nae…
Johnnie Scott was awful thin,
/ His bones were sticking through his skin;
/ Now he’s got a double chin,
/ With eating Colter’s candy.
/
/ Allabally, allabally…
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
/ The lark’s is a clarion-call,
/ And the blackbird plays but…
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
/ Their old, familiar carols play,
/ And wild and sweet
/ …
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
/ Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe…
Roch the wind in the clear day’s dawin
Blaws the cloods heelster-gowdie ow’r the bay,
But there’s mair nor a roch wind blawin
Through the great glen o’ the warld the day.
The pipie is dozie, the pipie is fey,
/ He winna come roon’ for his vino the day.
/ The sky ow’r Messina is…
Frae the bud leaves are breakin
/ Trees are dauncin, branches sway
/ Blossoms in the wind are blawin
/ Spring…
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