The Wren’s Nest - by
The Robin cam to the wren’s nest
And keekit in and keekit in.
wooing and courtship
Just like Eve - by
I could have brought you
/ whisky to warm you on winter nights,
/ poems full of words to fill your silences
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/ I could…
O Come to Craigie Hill, Lassie - by
O come to Craigie Hill, lassie,
/ The sweetest joys are there;
/ The bloom is on the whin, lassie,
/ And ilka scene is fair;
/ The…
Kantan Chamorrita - by
Courting
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/ I’m not fishing for small fish
/ I’m casting my net for you
/ When I whistle three times
/ Throw your net and run.
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/ Mimicry/Courting
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/ I would…
Choice - by
– Who is she whose-feet-go-clattering-the-hard-ground?
/ – The daughter of the new chief-of-thousand.
/ – If it is the daughter of the chief-of-thousand
/ …
Muckle Mou’d Meg - by
‘Oh, what hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord,
/ Strappit flaught owre his braid saddle-bow?
/ Some…
The Laird o’ Cockpen - by
The laird o’ Cockpen, he’s proud an’ he’s great,
/ His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the…
The Invitation - by
That you’re my ain true love,
/ Weel can you see.
/ Come in the nicht, come in the nicht;
/ Whisper: ‘It’s me.’
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/ Juist come straicht…
Glances - by
O weel I mind the bonnie morn,
/ Richt early in the day,
/ When he cam’ in by oor…
Leda og svanurinn - by
Af losta hafði hún lagst á Tjarnarbrúna
/ og lokkað hann sér í fang með brauði og kvaki.
/ Í algleyminu er æpti konan:…
To His Coy Mistress - by
Had we but world enough, and time,
/ This coyness, Lady, were no crime
/ We would sit down and think which…