Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
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She sat down below a thorn,
And there she has her sweet babe born,And the green leaves they grow rarely.‘Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe,’Fine flowers in the valley,‘And ye smile sae sweet, ye’ll smile me dead,’And the green leaves they grow rarely.She’s taen out her little penknife,Fine flowers in the valley,And twinn’d the sweet babe o’ its life,And the…
I saw a young mother
And two little shadowsCame following after.Wherever she moved,They were always right thereHolding onto her skirts,Hanging onto her chair.Before her, behind her –An adhesive pair.‘Don’t you ever get wearyAs, day after day,your two little tagalongsGet in your way? ‘She smiled as she shookHer pretty young head,And I’ll always rememberThe words that she said.‘It’s good to have…
I wish I were where Helen lies;
Oh that I were where Helen liesOn fair Kirconnell lea!Curst be the heart that thought the thought,And curst the hand that fired the shot,When in my arms burd Helen dropt,And died to succour me!O think na but my heart was sairWhen my Love dropt down and spak nae mair!I laid her down wi’ meikle careOn…
The falcon soars
Angelica’s their doorkeeperShe’s wound the sun round her headShe’s tied the moon round her waistShe’s hung herself with stars.
‘WHY does your brand sae drop wi’ blude,
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude,And why sae sad gang ye, O?’‘O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,Mither, mither;O I hae kill’d my hawk sae gude,And I had nae mair but he, O.’‘Your hawk’s blude was never sae red,Edward, Edward;Your hawk’s blude was never sae red,My dear son, I tell thee, O.’‘O…
I went to a party, Mom,
You told me not to drink, Mom,So I drank soda instead.I really felt proud inside, Mom,The way you said I would.I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,Even though the others said I should.I know I did the right thing, Mom,I know you are always right.Now the party is finally ending, Mom,As everyone is driving out of…
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
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SAYS Tweed to Till–
Says Till to Tweed–‘Though ye rin with speedAnd I rin slaw,For ae man that ye droonI droon twa.’
At liberty I sit and see
Whipp’d with the whip that scourged me:And now they ban that they were born.I see them sit full soberlyAnd think their earnest looks to hide;Now, in themselves, they cannot spyThat they or this in me have spied.I see them sitting all alone,Marking the steps, each word and look;And now they tread where I have gone,The…
A moth, I thogh, munching a word.
Digesting a mans sayings –A sneakthief nibbling in the shadowsAt the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases –How unutterably strange!And the pilfering parasite none the wiserFor the words he has swallowed.
IN a valley of this restles mind
Trusting a true love for to find.Upon an hill then took I heed;A voice I heard (and near I yede)In great dolour complaining tho:See, dear soul, how my sides bleedQuia amore langueo.Upon this hill I found a tree,Under a tree a man sitting;From head to foot wounded was he;His hearte blood I saw bleeding:A seemly…
THERE lived a wife at Usher’s well,
She had three stout and stalwart sons,And sent them o’er the sea.They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely ane,When word came to the carline wifeThat her three sons were gane.They hadna been a week from her,A week but barely three,When word came to the carline wifeThat her sons she’d never see.‘I wish…
LATE at een, drinkin’ the wine,
They set a combat them between,To fight it in the dawin’.‘O stay at hame, my noble lord!O stay at hame, my marrow!My cruel brother will you betray,On the dowie houms o’ Yarrow.’‘O fare ye weel, my lady gay!O fare ye weel, my Sarah!For I maun gae, tho’ I ne’er returnFrae the dowie banks o’ Yarrow.’She…
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Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
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O! I am a conscript
That I had stayed away up NorthAnd kept out of the ‘milish.’I have just gone through the draft,And now have a ‘posish;’By ‘General Orders No. 54’I belong to the ‘milish.’I often thought I’d volunteerAnd run for a ‘comish,’But as I failed to do itI now belong to the ‘milish.’Here is refugees, deserters, and speculators,All mixed…
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am a thousand winds that blowI am the diamond glint of snowI am the sunlight on ripened grainI am the gentle autumn rainWhen you awaken in the mornings hushI am the swift uplifting rushof quiet birds in circled flightI am the soft stars that shine at nightDo not stand at my grave and cry,I…
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Are over the rough rocks falling;Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,In holes and dens In the mountain side,A Circuit-preacher once used to ride,And his name was Rufus Rawling.He was set in his ways and what was strange,If you argued with him he would not change,One could get nothing through him.Solemn and slow In style…
Is it parting with the roundness
Is it losing from the dimplesHalf the flashing joy they speak?Is it fading of the lustreFrom the wavy, golden hair?Is it finding on the foreheadGraven lines of thought and care?Is it dropping, as the rose-leavesDrop their sweetness overblown,Household names that once were dearer,More familiar than our own?Is it meeting on the pathwayFaces strange and glances…
…
A wat a’ man to bed were gone,Clark Sanders came to Margret’s window,With mony a sad sigh and groan.‘Are ye sleeping, Margret,’ he says,‘Or are ye waking, presentlie?Give me my faith and trouthe again,A wat, trew-love, I gied to thee.’‘Your faith and trouth ye’s never get,Nor our trew love shall never twain,Till ye come with…
O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghostOut of my careful breast.Toll on, thou passing bell;Ring out my doleful knell;Thy sound my death abroad will tell,For I must die,There is no remedy.My pains, my pains, who can express?Alas, they are so strong!My dolours will not suffer strengthMy life for to prolong.Toll on, thou passing bell;Ring out my…
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Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
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Westron wind, when wilt thou blow
Christ, that my love were in my armsAnd I in my bed again!
‘Bright plates and pannikins
And a new donkey’s breakfastFor the outward bound!’Shanghaied in San FranciscoWe brought up in BombayWhere they put us afloat in an old Leith boatThat steered like a stack of hay.We’ve sweltered in the TropicsWhen the pitch boiled through the deck-And saved our hides and little besidesIn an ice-cold North Sea wreck.We’ve drunk our rum in…
Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
He bare him up, he bare him down,He bare him into an orchard brown.In that orchard there was an halleThat hanged with purpill and pall.And in that hall there was a bede;It was hanged with gold so rede.And in that bed there lithe a knight,His woundes bleding day and night.By that bede side kneleth a…
There were companions on the march, as every soldier found,
And though each hero killed a lot, still thousands more abound,The graybacks so tenderly clinging.CHORUS: O! ho! no! no! we never can forget.Ow-ow! ow-ow! we almost feel them yet;The busy little grayback teeth in us so firmly set,Who went with us Marching Through Georgia.The visitors were never big, in fact were very small.In silence they…
Spirit of Freemen, wake;
Thy deadly foe;In fair disguises dressed,Too long hast thou caress’dThe serpent in thy breast,Now lay him low.Must e’en the press be dumb?Must truth itself succumb?And thoughts be mute?Shall law be set aside,The right of prayer denied,Nature and God decried,And man called brute?What lover of her fameFeels not his country’s shame,In this dark hour?Where are the…
‘Oh where ha’e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
‘I ha’e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,For I’m wearied wi’ hunting, and fain wald lie down.’‘An wha met ye there, Lord Randall, my son?An wha met you there, my handsome young man?’‘I dined wi my true-love; mother, make my bed soon,For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie doon.’‘And…