Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Volume 1-2

Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect Volume 1-2

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1798 edition. Excerpt: ...dead, 'My poor toop-lamb, my son an' heir, O, bid him breed him up wi' care 5 An' is; he live to be a beast, To pit some bavins in his breast! An' warn him, what I winna name, To stay content wi' yowes at hame; An' no to rin an' wear his cloots, Jjike ither menseless, graceless, brutes, An' niest my yowie, silly thing, Gude keep thee frae a tether string I O, may thou ne'er forgather up Wi' ony blastit, moorland toop; But ay keep mind to moop an' mell, Wi' sheep o' credit like thysel! t ' 'And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath, I lea'e my bleffin wi' you baith: An' wben you think upo' your Mither, Mind to be kin' to ane anither, 'Now, honest Hughoc, dinna fail To tell my Master a' my tale; An' bid him burn this cursed tether, . An', for thy pains, thou'se get my blether.' This said, poor Mailie turn'd her head, An' clos'd her een amang the dead. POOR POOR MAIL I E'S ELEGY. '., r Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, ' Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our Bardie's fate is at a close, Past a' remead; The last sad cape-stane of his woes; Poor Mailie dead! Its no the loss o' warls gear, That could sae bitter draw the tear, Or mak our Bardie, dowie, wear The mourning weed: He's lost a friend and neebor dear, In Mailie dead. Thro' a' the toun she trotted by him; A lang half-mile she could descry him; Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him, She ran wi' speed: A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, Than Mailie dead. I wat she was a sheep o' sense, An' could behave hersel wi' mense: I'll say't, she never brak a fence, Thro' thievish greed. Our Bardie, lanely, keeps the Spence Sin' Mailie's dead. Or, if he wanders up the howe, Her living image in her yowe, Comes bleating to him, owre the knowe, For bits o' bread; An' down the briny pearls...
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  • Paperback | 28 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236865952
  • 9781236865953