The Darkling Thrush - by
At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited
songs
The Sweet Silver Song - by
Rita, Keith and I are in the British Legion
/ to choose a menu for the wake.
/
/ We’re at the end of the…
O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast - by
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
Remembrance Day - by
Some one was singing
/ Up a twisty stair,
/ A fragment…
In Praise of Balgeddie - by
I.
/ I sing of a spot,
/ Tho’ the warld knows it not,
/ And it’s nae…
Colter’s Candy - by
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…
from Life and Death (Echoes) - by
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
/ The lark’s is a clarion-call,
/ And the blackbird plays but…
Christmas Bells - by
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
/ Their old, familiar carols play,
/ And wild and sweet
/ …
I Hear America Singing - by
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
/ Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe…
The Flyting o’ Life and Daith - by
Quo life, the warld is mine.
/ The floo’ers and trees, they’re a’ my ain.
/ I am the day, and the sunshine.
/ Quo life,…
The Freedom Come-All-Ye - by
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 51st Highland Division’s Farewell to Sicily - by
The pipie is dozie, the pipie is fey,
/ He winna come roon’ for his vino the day.
/ The sky ow’r Messina is…