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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: Bonnie Joann - and other poems - -Author: Violet Jacob - -Release Date: December 6, 2022 [eBook #69484] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Sonya Schermann and the Online Distributed Proofreading - Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from - images generously made available by The Internet Archive) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BONNIE JOANN *** - - - - - -BONNIE JOANN - - - - -_BY VIOLET JACOB_ - -SONGS _of_ ANGUS - -FIFTH IMPRESSION - - -“The dialect is Angus, and in every song there is the sound of the east -wind and the rain.... She has many moods, from the stalwart humour of -‘The Beadle o’ Drumlee’ and ‘Jeemsie Miller’ to the haunting lilt of -‘The Gean-Trees’ and the pathos of ‘Craigo Woods’ and ‘The Lang Road,’ -but in them all are the same clarity of vision and clear beauty of -phrase.” - - _From_ MR. JOHN BUCHAN’S _Preface_. - - -LONDON: JOHN MURRAY - - - - - BONNIE JOANN - - AND OTHER POEMS - - BY VIOLET JACOB - - LONDON - - JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W. - 1921 - - - - -ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - - - - - TO MY NEPHEW - - WILLIAM KENNEDY-ERSKINE - - MOST UNDERSTANDING OF READERS - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - BONNIE JOANN 1 - - THE WIND FRAE THE BALTIC 3 - - THE TRAMP TO THE TATTIE-DULIE 5 - - HALLOWE’EN 8 - - ADAM 10 - - THE DAFT BIRD 13 - - PRIDE 15 - - ‘KIRRIE’ 17 - - THE END O’T 20 - - THE KELPIE 22 - - BALTIC STREET 25 - - BAILIE BRUCE 28 - - CHARLEWAYN 31 - - THE MUCKLE MOU’ 34 - - THE GANGEREL 36 - - THE TINKLER’S BALOO 38 - - THE BANKS O’ THE ESK 40 - - THE WISE-LIKE CHAP 41 - - INVERQUHARITY 43 - - FAUR-YE-WEEL 46 - - - IN ENGLISH - - A YOUNG MAN’S SONG 50 - - THE SHADOWS 51 - - A WINTER PHANTASY 52 - - MARSEY TOWN 54 - - THE SEASONS 55 - - -All these poems, with the exception of the last two in the book, have -appeared in _Country Life_, and I have to thank the editor for his -courteous permission to reproduce them. - - V. J. - - - - -BONNIE JOANN - -_AND OTHER POEMS_ - - - - -BONNIE JOANN - - - We’ve stookit the hairst an’ we’re needin’ - To gaither it in, - Syne, gin the morn’s dry, we’ll be leadin’ - An’ wark’ll begin; - But noo I’ll awa doon the braeside - My lane, while I can-- - Wha kens wha he’ll meet by the wayside, - My bonnie Joann? - - East yonder, the hairst-fields are hidin’ - The sea frae my een, - Gin ye keek whaur the stocks are dividin’ - Ye’ll see it atween. - Sae douce an’ sae still it has sleepit - Since hairst-time began - Like my he’rt--gin ye’d tak’ it an’ keep it - My bonnie Joann. - - Owre a’thing the shadows gang trailin’, - Owre stubble an’ strae; - Frae the hedge to the fit o’ the pailin’ - They rax owre the way; - But the sun may gang through wi’ his beamin’ - An’ traivel his span, - For aye, by the licht o’ my dreamin’, - I see ye, Joann. - - Awa frae ye, naebody’s braver, - Mair wise-like an’ bauld, - Aside ye, I hech an’ I haver, - I’m het an’ I’m cauld; - But oh! could I tell wi’out speakin’ - The he’rt o’ a man, - Ye micht find I’m the lad that ye’re seekin’, - My bonnie Joann! - - - - -THE WIND FRAE THE BALTIC - - - Below the wa’s, oot-by Montrose, - The tides ca’ up an’ doon - And mony’s the gallant mairchantman - Lies in aside the toon; - Oh, it’s fine alang the tideway - The loupin’ waters rin - When the wind is frae the Baltic wi’ the brigs comin’ in. - - I’d gie the ring upon my hand - To hide me frae the sea - That manes by nicht an’ cries by day - The dule that’s come to me, - For I’ll hear nae mair the fit-fa’ - When hame the brigs may win - O’ a man that sailed the Baltic, nor his step comin’ in. - - And noo the toon is fair asteer, - The weans rin doon the street, - And I may turn my face aboot - An’ get me hame to greet, - There’s sic a joy wi’ a’ fowk - My tears wad be a sin, - For the wind is frae the Baltic--an’ the brigs comin’ in. - - - - -THE TRAMP TO THE TATTIE-DULIE - - - Thrawn-leggit carle wi’ airms on hie - And jist a hole for ilka ee, - Ye needna lift yer hand to me - As though ye’d strike me; - Ye’re threits abune an’ strae below, - But what-like use is sic a show? - Ye maun respec’ me, bogle, tho’ - Ye mauna like me! - - To gutsy doo or thievin’ craw - Ye mebbe represent the law - When they come fleein’ owre the wa’ - To tak’ an airin’, - Dod, I’ll no say they arena richt - When sic a fell, unchancy sicht - Gars them think twice afore they licht-- - But _I’m_ no carin’! - - Yer heid’s a neep,[1] yer wame’s[2] a sack, - Yer ill-faured face gars bairnies shak’, - But yet the likes o’ you can mak’ - A livin’ frae it; - Sma’ use to me! It isna fair - For though there’s mony wad declare - That I’m no far ahint ye there, - _I_ canna dae it! - - Life’s a disgust wi’ a’ its ways, - For free o’ chairge ye get yer claes, - Nae luck hae I on washin’-days-- - There’s plenty dryin’, - But gin I see a usefu’ sark - An’ bide or gloamin’ help my wark, - The guidwife’s oot afore it’s dark-- - And leaves nane lyin’. - - Weel, weel, I’m aff. It’s little pleasure - To see ye standin’ at yer leisure - When I’ve sae mony miles to measure - To get a meal! - Ye idle dog! My bonnet’s through, - An’ yours is no exac’ly new, - But a’ the same I’ll hae’t frae you, - And faur-ye-weel! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[1] Turnip. - -[2] Belly. - - - - -HALLOWE’EN - - - The tattie-liftin’s nearly through, - They’re ploughin’ whaur the barley grew, - And aifter dark, roond ilka stack, - Ye’ll see the horsemen stand an’ crack - O Lachlan, but I mind o’ you! - - I mind foo often we hae seen - Ten thoosand stars keek doon atween - The nakit branches, an’ below - Baith fairm an’ bothie hae their show, - Alowe wi’ lichts o’ Hallowe’en. - - There’s bairns wi’ guizards[3] at their tail - Clourin’ the doors wi’ runts[4] o’ kail, - And fine ye’ll hear the skreichs an’ skirls - O’ lassies wi’ their droukit curls - Bobbin’ for aipples i’ the pail. - - The bothie fire is loupin’ het, - A new heid horseman’s kist is set - Richts o’ the lum; whaur by the blaze - The auld ane stude that kept yer claes-- - I canna thole to see it yet! - - But gin the auld fowks’ tales are richt - An ghaists come hame on Hallow nicht, - O freend o’ freends! what wad I gie - To feel ye rax yer hand to me - Atween the dark an’ caun’le licht? - - Awa in France, across the wave, - The wee lichts burn on ilka grave, - An’ you an’ me their lowe hae seen-- - Ye’ll mebbe hae yer Hallowe’en - Yont, whaur ye’re lyin’ wi’ the lave. - - There’s drink an’ daffin’, sang an’ dance - And ploys and kisses get their chance, - But Lachlan, man, the place I see - Is whaur the auld kist used to be - And the lichts o’ Hallowe’en in France! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[3] Mummers who go from door to door. - -[4] Cabbage-stalks. - - - - -ADAM - - - Ye’re richt weel buskit, yer poke is fu’, - Ye ride i’ yer ain machine; - ’Twould tak a fule to hae words wi’ you - An’ no ken the gowk he’s been. - - At rowp or preachin’ the best ye’ll hae, - This warld or the neist ane’s gear, - The breist[5] o’ the laft on a Sawbath day, - Or a seat by the auctioneer. - - Ye’re no jist auld an’ ye arena young, - But it doesna affec’ the case, - For I’m aye that fear’d o’ a wumman’s tongue - That I’m like to forget her face. - - An’ fowk says “Donal’, ye’re forty past, - I doot she’ll be fifty-three, - But ye maun settle yersel’ at last - That hasna a spare bawbee. - - Oh, youth’s a ploy, but it winna bide - And a body’s gettin’ on-- - What ails ye, man, at a thrifty bride - Wi’ a dandy bit hoose like yon?” - - Them’s wise-like bodies I hae to thank - And mebbe they’re no far wrang; - But whiles ye’ll step frae a creakin’ plank - An’ doon i’ the glaur[6] ye’ll gang! - - It’s warm, thae nichts, i’ the auld King’s Heid; - What better can ye desire - Than a lass to bring ye the dram ye need - An’ yer billies aroond the fire? - - An’ wha is’t redes me to tak’ a wife? - A puckle o’ single men! - No ane, I’m thinkin’, wad risk his life - Wi’ a jaud that he disna ken! - - I’ll wish ye luck an’ a braw guidman, - And weel may ye baith agree, - But I’m no seekin’ ye, Maggie-Ann, - And I doot that he’ll no be me! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[5] The front seat in the gallery. - -[6] Mud. - - - - -THE DAFT BIRD - - - When day is past an’ peace comes doon wi’ gloamin’ - An’ twa by twa the young fowk pass the yett, - Auld stocks like me maun let their thochts content them, - Mindin’ o’ coortin’s that they’ll no forget. - Ye’re no sae far awa the nicht, my Marget, - Tho’ on the brae-heid, past the dyke ye lie, - Whaur ae daft bird is singin’ i’ the kirkyaird - And ae star watches i’ the evenin’ sky. - - Late bird, daft bird, the likes o’ you are bedded, - The daylicht’s deid, it’s hame that ye should be, - Yer voice is naucht to them that canna hear ye; - But sing you on, it isna naucht to me. - Dod, like yersel’, it’s time that I was sleepin’, - Sae lang it is since Marget laid her doon, - And ilka year treids up ahint anither - Like evenin’s ghaist ahint the aifternoon. - - For rest comes slaw to you an’ me, I’m thinkin’, - Oor day’s wark’s surely lang o’ wearin’ through, - The gloamin’s had been wearier an’ langer, - Thae nichts o’ June, late warker, wantin’ you. - I maun hae patience yet, I’ll no be grievin’, - There’s them that disna fail tho’ day be spent, - An’ yon daft bird’s aye singing i’ the kirkyaird-- - Lord, I will bide my time, an’ bide content. - - - - -PRIDE - - - Did iver ye see the like o’ that? - The warld’s fair fashioned to winder at! - Heuch--dinna tell me! Yon’s Fishie Pete - That cried the haddies in Ferry Street - Set up wi’ his coats an’ his grand cigars - In ane o’ they stinkin’ motor-cars! - - I mind the time (an’ it’s no far past) - When he wasna for fleein’ alang sae fast - An’ doon i’ the causey his cairt wad stand - As he roared oot “Haddies!” below his hand; - Ye’d up wi’ yer windy an’ doon he’d loup - Frae the shaft o’ the cairt by the sheltie’s doup[7]. - - Aye, muckle cheenges an’ little sense, - A bawbee’s wut an’ a poond’s pretence! - For there’s him noo wi’ his neb to the sky - I’ yon deil’s machinery swiggit[8] by, - An’ me, that whiles gi’ed him a piece to eat, - Tramps aye to the kirk on my ain twa feet. - - And, nee’bours, mind ye, the warld’s a-gley - Or we couldna see what we’ve seen the day, - Guid fortune’s blate whaur she’s weel desairv’t - The sinner fu’ an’ the godly stairv’t, - An’ fowk like me an’ my auld guidman - Jist wearied, daein’ the best we can! - - I’ve kept my lips an’ my tongue frae guile - An’ kept mysel’ to mysel’ the while; - Agin a’ wastrels I’ve aye been set - And I’m no for seekin’ to thole them yet; - A grand example I’ve been through life, - A righteous liver, a thrifty wife. - - But oh! the he’rt o’ a body bleeds - For favours sclarried[9] on sinfu’ heids. - Wait you a whilie! Ye needna think - They’ll no gang frae him wi’ cairds an’ drink! - They’ll bring nae blessin’, they winna bide, - For the warst sin, nee’bours, is pride, aye, pride! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[7] Croup. - -[8] Swung, whirled. - -[9] Spilt. - - - - -‘KIRRIE’ - - - Comin’ oot frae Kirrie, when the autumn gowd an’ siller - At the hindmaist o’ September month has grips o’ tree an’ shaw, - The mune hung, deaved wi’ sunset, no a spunk o’ pride in till her, - Nae better nor a bogle, till the licht was awa; - An’ the haughs below the Grampains, i’ the evenin’ they were lyin’ - Like a lang-socht Land o’ Promise that the cauld mist couldna - smoor; - An’ tho’ ye didna see it, ye could hear the river cryin’ - If ye stood a while to listen on the road to Kirriemuir. - - There’s an auld wife bides in Kirrie--set her up! a pridefu’ crater-- - And she’s crackin’ aye o’ London an’ the grand fowk ye may see; - O’ the King, an’ syne his palace, till I’m sure I’m like to hate her, - For the mairket-day in Kirrie is the sicht for me. - But ye ken I’m sweir to fash her, an’ it’s best to be agreein’, - For gin ye dinna heed her, then she’s cankered-like an’ soor, - Dod, she tells o’ muckle lairnin’--but I doot the bizzar’s[10] leein’, - For it’s fules wad bide in London when they kent o’ Kirriemuir. - - O, the braw, braw toon o’ Kirrie! What a years that I hae lo’ed it! - And I winna seek to leave it tho’ I’m spared anither score; - I’d be greetin’ like a laddie for the auld reid hooses croodit - Lookin’ down upon the steadin’s and the fields o’ Strathmore. - Ye may speak o’ heavenly mansions, ye may say it wadna grieve ye - When ye quit a world sae bonnie--but I canna jist be sure, - For I’ll hae to wait, I’m thinkin’, or I see if I believe ye, - For my first braid blink o’ Heaven, an’ my last o’ Kirriemuir! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[10] Jade. - - - - -THE END O’T - - - There’s a fine braw thistle that lifts its croon - By the river-bank whaur the ashes stand, - An’ the swirl o’ water comes whisp’rin’ doon - Past birk an’ bramble an’ grazin’ land. - But simmer’s flittit an’ time’s no heedin’ - A feckless lass nor a pridefu’ flow’r; - The dark to hide me’s the grace I’m needin’, - An’ the thistle’s seedin’ - An’ my day’s owre. - - I redd the hoose an’ I meat the hens - (Oh, it’s ill to wark when ye daurna tire!) - An’ what’ll I get when my mither kens - It’s niver a maiden that biggs her fire? - I mind my pray’rs, but I’m feared to say them, - I hide my een, for they’re greetin’ fast, - What though I blind them--for wha wad hae them? - The licht’s ga’en frae them - An’ my day’s past. - - Oh, wha tak’s tent for a fadin’ cheek? - No him, I’se warrant, that gar’d it fade! - There’s little love for a lass to seek - When the coortin’s through an’ the price is paid. - Oh, aince forgotten’s forgotten fairly, - An’ heavy endit what’s licht begun, - But God forgie ye an’ keep ye, Chairlie, - For the nicht’s fa’en airly - An’ my day’s done! - - - - -THE KELPIE - - - I’m feared o’ the road ayont the glen, - I’m sweir to pass the place - Whaur the water’s rinnin’, for a’ fowk ken - There’s a kelpie sits at the fit o’ the den, - And there’s them that’s seen his face. - - But whiles he watches an’ whiles he hides - And whiles, gin na wind manes, - Ye can hear him roarin’ frae whaur he bides - An’ the soond o’ him splashin’ agin the sides - O’ the rocks an’ the muckle stanes. - - When the mune gaes doon at the arn-tree’s back - In a wee, wee weary licht, - My bed-claes up to my lugs I tak’, - For I mind the swirl o’ the water black - An’ the cry i’ the fearsome nicht. - - And lang an’ fell is yon road to me - As I come frae the schule; - I duarna think what I’m like to see - When dark fa’s airly on buss an’ tree - At Martinmas and Yule. - - Aside the crusie[11] my mither reads, - “My bairn,” says she, “ye’ve heard - The Lord is mindfu’ o’ a’ oor needs - An’ His shield an’ buckler’s abune the heids - O’ them that keeps His word.” - - But I’m a laddie that’s no that douce, - An’ fechtin’s a bonnie game; - The dominie’s pawmies[12] are little use, - An’ mony’s the Sawbath I’m rinnin’ loose - When a’body thinks I’m hame! - - Dod, noo we’re nearin’ the shorter days, - It’s cannie I’ll hae to gang, - An’ keep frae fechtin’ an’ sic-like ways, - And no be tearin’ my Sawbath claes - Afore that the nichts grow lang. - - Richt guid an’ couthie I’ll need to be, - (But it’s leein’ to say I’m glad), - I ken there’s troubles that fowk maun dree, - An’ the kelpie’s no like to shift for me, - Sae, gin thae warlocks are fear’d o’ Thee, - Lord, mak’ me a better lad! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[11] Iron oil-lamp. - -[12] Canings. - - - - -BALTIC STREET - - - My dainty lass, lay you the blame - Upon the richtfu’ heid; - ’Twas daft ill-luck that bigg’d yer hame - The wrang side o’ the Tweed. - Ye hae yer tocher a’ complete, - Ye’re bonnie as the rose, - But I was born in Baltic Street, - In Baltic Street, Montrose! - - Lang syne on mony a waefu’ nicht, - Hie owre the sea’s distress, - I’ve seen the great airms o’ the licht - Swing oot frae Scurdyness; - An’ prood, in sunny simmer blinks, - When land-winds rase an’ fell, - I’d flee my draigon[13] on the links - Wi’ callants like mysel’. - - Oh, Baltic Street is cauld an’ bare - An’ mebbe nae sae grand, - But ye’ll feel the smell i’ the caller air - O’ kippers on the land. - ’Twixt kirk an’ street the deid fowk bide - Their feet towards the sea, - Ill nee’bours for a new-made bride, - Gin ye come hame wi’ me. - - The steeple shades the kirkyaird grass, - The seamen’s hidden banes, - A dour-like kirk to an English lass - Wha kens but English lanes; - And when the haar, the winter through, - Creeps blind on close and wa’ - My hame micht get a curse frae you, - Mysel’ get, mebbe, twa. - - I’ll up an’ aff the morn’s morn - To seek some reid-haired queyn, - Bauld-he’rted, strang-nieved,[14] bred an’ born - In this auld toon o’ mine. - And oh! for mair I winna greet, - Gin we hae meal an’ brose - And a but an’ ben in Baltic Street, - In Baltic Street, Montrose! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[13] Fly my kite. - -[14] Strong-fisted. - - - - -BAILIE BRUCE - - - Ye’d winder, when creation’s plan - Seems sae acceptable to man, - And the Creator, in His power, - Made brute an’ bird, an’ fruit an’ flower; - When e’en the wasps that bigg their bike - An’ clocks[15] an’ golachs, an’ the like - O’ a’ yon vairmin has their use, - What gar’d Him fashion Bailie Bruce? - - He couldna thole to see a wean - Wheepin’ his pearie[16] on the green, - Nae sweethe’rts coorted but he saw - Auld Homie’s tail ahint the twa. - In godly wrath he aye wad show - His hate o’ sinfu’ men; but tho’ - The wicked fled afore his face - The guid aye passed them i’ the race. - - Oot frae the foremaist seat at kirk - He roared the psalms like ony stirk, - For gripp’d was he by sic a zeal - As nane but the elect micht feel; - An’ when the kirk-door plate was set, - Wi’ looks o’ pride ye’d ne’er forget, - When puir fowk laid their pennies doon - He’d gi’e his Maker half a croon. - - Weel, whiles oor ancient customs change - An’ fowk accep’ what’s new an’ strange; - Oor decent plate awa was laid - For bonny baggies--English made. - Sawbath cam’ roond; the kirk was in; - The Bailie sat an’ glow’red on sin; - The Elder brocht wi’ reverent feet - His baggie to the foremaist seat. - - In drapp’d the money; Bailie Bruce - Wi’ open hand an’ purse-strings loose - And e’en upliftit, kept his place; - The bag passed on its road o’ grace. - Weel was’t he couldna see the smile - That a’ yon kirk-fu’ had the while - Nor yet the Elder’s twisted mou’ - That wrocht him a’ the journey through! - - For oh! ahint the Bailie’s back - Was done a deed o’ shame to mak’ - His righteous he’rt wi’ anger swell - _Nane gie’d a bodle but himsel’!_ - An’ at the coontin’, plain to see, - The baggie held but ae bawbee! - - * * * * * - - His health noo gars him keep the hoose; - Losh-aye! what ails him, Bailie Bruce? - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[15] Beetles. - -[16] Whipping-top. - - - - -CHARLEWAYN[17] - - (_Yestere’n was Hallowe’en, - To-day is Hallow-day, - It’s nine free nichts to Martinmas, - And then we’ll get away._ - - OLD SONG AMONG ANGUS FARM SERVANTS.) - - - Frae Hallowe’en to Martinmas - There’s little time to fill, - And yet there’s mony a warkin’ lass - Thinks a’ the days stand still. - - Oh, cauld the mornin’ creeps on nicht - Alang the eerie skies, - An’ cauld the blink o’ caun’le-licht - That lets me see to rise. - - For late an’ airly at the fairm - The wark seems niver past, - But a week, come Monday, brings the tairm - When I may flit at last. - - My mither hauds her docters ticht, - My mither’s hoose is sma’, - An’ I niver lo’ed my mither richt - Until I gaed awa. - - But yestere’en was Hallowe’en - When a’ may dance an’ sing; - The auld guidwife shut doon her e’en, - The young anes got their fling; - - Set up, the fiddler wrocht. Below, - The reel swang ilka ane, - But my feet danced oot to meet my joe - By the licht o’ Charlewayn. - - My mither’s hame’s a happy hame - Whaur easy I may lie, - And o’ mysel’ I’m thinkin’ shame, - Sic a feckless queyn am I. - - For, by the licht o’ Charlewayn, - It’s Rab that gar’d me lairn - To see a lover’s lass mair plain - E’en than a mither’s bairn. - - Aye, yestere’en was Hallowe’en, - An’ Martinmas is near; - It’s wae for Martinmas I’ve been - But it’s like to find me here! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[17] Charles’ Wain, the Plough. - - - - -THE MUCKLE MOU’ - - - When ye are auld an’ pitten past, - Ye’ll whiles be sittin’ wi’ a freen’ - And crackin’, as ye hear the blast - Rage i’ the lum, o’ fowk ye’ve seen. - There’s some gangs whingein’,[18] singin’ sma’, - An’ some that taks a baulder tune, - But ae thing’s aye the same wi’ a’-- - Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune. - - Ye’ll see a lad--his hoose the best, - A thrivin’ swine in till his yaird, - His gairden fu’--he winna rest, - He’s wud because he’s no a laird! - He coorts a lass; she’ll tak’ her aith - He isna fit to dicht her shune, - What’s wrang wi’ ane is wrang wi’ baith-- - Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune. - - O’ tinkler-fowk, an’ fowk wi’ means - Ye’ll scarcely hae the time to speak, - Men, wives an’ widdies, lords an’ weans, - The mair they get, the mair they’ll seek. - Ye’d think the vera warld was deav’d - Wi’ them that’s roarin’ for the mune, - Nae maitter what they’ve a’ receiv’d - Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune. - - But when ye’ve lookit mony a year - Upon yersel’ and ither men, - Although to lairn ye’ve whiles been sweir, - There’s twa-three things ye’re like to ken; - Ye winna need to mak’ ado - An’ warstle wi’ the powers abune, - Yer spune’s the measure o’ yer mou’, - Gin ane is wrang, it’s no the spune! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[18] Whining. - - - - -THE GANGEREL - - - It’s ye maun whustle for a breeze - Until the sails be fu’; - They bigg yon ships that ride the seas - To pleasure fowk like you. - - For ye hae siller i’ yer hand - And a’ that gowd can buy, - But weary, in a weary land, - A gangerel-loon am I. - - Ye’ll feel the strang tides lift an’ toss - The scud o’ nor’land faem, - And when ye drap the Southern Cross - It’s a’ roads lead ye hame. - - And ye shall see the shaws o’ broom - Wave on the windy hill, - Alang the strath the hairst-fields toom[19] - And syne the stackyairds fill. - - Ye’ll hear fu’ mony a raittlin’ cairt - On Forfar’s causey-croon,[20] - Wi’ young stirks loupin’ to the Mairt - That roars in Forfar toon. - - O’ nichts, ayont yer snibbet door, - Ye’ll see in changeless band, - Abune Craig Oule, to keep Strathmore, - The stars of Scotland stand. - - But tho’ ye think ye sicht them fine - Gang ben an’ tak’ yer rest, - Frae lands that niver kent their shine - It’s me that sees them best! - - For they shall brak’ their ancient trust, - Shall rise nae mair nor set, - The Sidlaw hills be laid in dust - Afore that I forget. - - Lowse ye the windy-sneck a wheen, - An’ glowre frae ilka airt - Fegs! Ye may see them wi’ yer een-- - _I_ see them wi’ my he’rt! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[19] Empty. - -[20] The middle of the street. - - - - -THE TINKLER’S BALOO - - - Haud yer whisht, my mannie, - Hide yer heid the noo, - There’s a jimp young mune i’ the branches abune - An’ she’s keekin’ at me an’ you. - Near she is to settin’, - Waukin’ she shouldna be, - An’ mebbe she sees i’ the loan by the trees - Owre muckle for you an’ me. - - Dinna cry on Daddie, - Daddie’s by the fairm, - There’s a specklie hen that strays i’ the den - An’ he’s fear’d she may come to hairm. - Thieves is bauld an’ mony, - That’s what guid fowk say, - An’ they’d a’ complain gin the limmer was ta’en - An’ cheughit afore it’s day. - - Sleep, an’ then, come Sawbath, - A feather o’ gray ye’ll get - Wi’ specklies on it to set i’ yer bonnet - An’ gar ye look brawer yet. - Sae hide yer heid, my mannie, - Haud yer whisht, my doo, - For we’ll hae to shift or the sun’s i’ the lift - An’ I’m singin’ baloo, baloo! - - - - -THE BANKS O’ THE ESK - - - Gin I were whaur the rowans hang - Their berried heids aside the river, - I’d hear the water slip alang, - The rowan-leaves abune me shiver; - And winds frae Angus braes wad sail - To blaw me dreams owre peat an’ gale. - - An’ blawn frae youth, thae dreams o’ mine - Wad find me, tho’ the rowans hide me, - Like hoolets gray they’d flit, an’ syne - They’d fauld their wings an’ licht aside me; - And aye the mair content I’d be - The closer that they cam’ to me. - - Aside the Esk I’d lay me doon, - Atween the rowans and its windin’, - An’ tho’ the waters rase to droon - A weary carle, I’d no be mindin’; - For I wad sleep, my rovin’ past, - Upon thae banks o’ dreams at last. - - - - -THE WISE-LIKE CHAP - - - Aye, billies, I’m a wise-like chap, - I dinna smoke nor drink, - And gin I gi’e my poke a slap - Ye’ll hear the siller chink. - My feyther has an aicht-pair[21] fairm - Weel set wi’ byre an’ stack; - There’s mony will obey me - An’ tak’ their pattern frae me, - But Annie winna hae me - An’ my he’rt’s near brak’! - - My Grannie’s saved a bit hersel’, - She’s three-score year an’ ten, - Wha’ll get the profit nane can tell - (An’ yet I think I ken!) - It’s fules wad cross a rich auld wife, - Sae a’ her fleers[22] I tak’, - An’ tho’ it’s like to pay me, - Richt little guid ’twill dae me, - For Annie winna hae me - An’ my he’rt’s near brak’! - - Ye’ll mebbe mind the miller’s loon - That was a fair disgrace; - His auld dune hat was clour’d abune - An’ mill-dust on his face. - The gowk! He gaed awa to fecht - And syne cam’ crippl’t back; - Yestre’en he passed my Grannie - Wi’ his left airm bandig’t cannie-- - But his richt ane happit Annie, - An’ my he’rt’s near brak’! - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[21] The size of Angus farms is expressed by the number of horses -required to work them. - -[22] Jibes. - - - - -INVERQUHARITY - - - Aside the Quharity burn - I ken na what I’m seein’ - Wi’ the licht near deein’ - An’ the lang year at the turn; - But the dog that gangs wi’ me - Creeps whingein’ at my knee, - And we baith haud thegither - Like a lad an’ his brither - At the water o’ Quharity. - - Alang the Quharity glen - I mind on warlock’s faces, - I’ the still, dark places - Whaur the trees hae airms like men; - And I ken the beast can see - Yon een that’s watchin’ me, - Whaur the arn-boughs darken - An’ I’m owre fear’d to harken - I’ the glen o’ Quharity. - - By Quharity Castle wa’s - The toor is like a prison, - Or a deid man risen - Amang the birken shaws; - And the sweit upon my bree - Is drappin’ cauld frae me - Till the ill spell’s broken - By the Haly Word spoken - At the wa’s o’ Quharity. - - Alang the Valley o’ Deith - There’ll be mony a warlock wait’n - Wi’ the thrangin’ hosts o’ Sat’n - Till I tak’ my hin’maist breith; - An’ I’m fear’d there winna be - The dog to gang wi’ me - An’ I doot the way is wearier - An’ the movin’ shadows eerier - Than the jaws o’ Quharity. - - But I’ll whisper the Haly Name - For thae list’nin’ lugs to hear me, - An’ the herds o’ Hell’ll fear me - An’ tak’ the road they came; - For the wild dark wings’ll flee - Frae their bield in branch an’ tree-- - Nae mair the black airms thrawin’! - Nae mair the ill sough blawin’! - For my day o’ days is dawin’ - Owre the Castle o’ Quharity! - - - - -FAUR-YE-WEEL - - - As ye come through the Sea-Gate ye’ll find a hoose we ken - Whaur, when a man is drouthy, his drouth an’ he gang ben, - And whiles o’ nichts there’s dancin’ and aye there’s drink by day - And a fiddler-carle sits yonder an’ gars his fiddle play: - “Oh come, ye ancient mariners, - Nae maitter soond or lame, - For tho’ ye gae on hirplin’[23] tae - Ye’ll syne gang dancin’ hame; - The years are slippin’ past ye - Like water past the bows, - _Roond half the warld ye’ve toss’d yer dram but sune ye’ll hae to - lowse._”[24] - The toon is like a picture, the sea is bonnie blue, - The fiddle’s cryin’ aff the shore to captain, mate, an’ crew, - An’ them that’s had for music the swirl o’ gannet’s wings, - The winds that drive frae Denmark, they dootna what it sings: - “Oh come, ye dandy Baltic lads - That sail to Elsinore, - Ye’re newly in, ye’ll surely win - To hae a spree ashore; - Lairn frae the sea, yer maister, - When fortune’s i’ ye’re debt, - _The cauld waves washin’ past the bar tak’ a’ that they can get!_” - - And when the quays are lichtit an’ dark the ocean lies, - The daft mune, like a feckless fule, keeks doon to mock the wise; - Awa’ in quiet closes the fiddle’s voice is heard - Whaur some that should be sleepin’ are listenin’ for its word: - “Sae haste ye noo, ye rovin’ queyns, - An’ gie yer dads the slip, - Tho’ dour auld men sit girnin’ ben - There’s young anes aff the ship, - Come, tak’ yer fill o’ dancin’, - Yer he’rts at hame maun bide, - _For the lad that tak’s a he’rt to sea will drap it owre the side!_” - - And aye the fiddle’s playin’, the auld bow wauks the string, - The auld carle, stampin’ wi’ his fit, gies aye the time a swing; - Gang East, gang West, ye’ll hear it, it lifts ye like a reel: - _It’s niver dumb, an’ the tune sings “Come,” but its name is - Faur-ye-weel!_ - - -FOOTNOTES: - -[23] Limping. - -[24] To give up, to leave off. - - - - -POEMS IN ENGLISH - - - - -A YOUNG MAN’S SONG - - - My girl is true, my girl is sweet, - When in the town we chance to meet - It almost seems to me as though - A rose were growing in the street. - - And if I see her in the lane, - Though winter’s freezing might and main, - I half suspect, in spite of all, - That Spring’s upon us once again. - - When luck is out and things look blue - And folks are up against me too, - There’s naught in that to cast me down - Because she trusts me through and through. - - And at the altar-railings when - My faith and truth I swear, oh then - I’ll pray, “God strike me if I fail-- - So help me! World without end. Amen!” - - - - -THE SHADOWS - - - Boughs of the pine and stars between, - In woods where shadows fill the air, - Oh, who may rest that once has been - A shadow there? - - Sounds of the night and tears between, - The grey owl hooting, dimly heard; - Can footsteps reach those lands unseen, - Or wings of bird? - - Days of the years and worlds between, - Still through the boughs the stars may burn, - The heart may break for lands unseen, - For woods wherein its life has been, - But not return. - - - - -A WINTER PHANTASY - - - The day was all delight, - Chorus and golden tune; - Rides the steep night - The white ship of the moon. - - Now that the night is come - And silence wakes to power, - All that was dumb - Has its triumphal hour. - - My soul, behold a sail - The seas of Heaven upon, - Rise up and hail - That roving galleon. - - High above winter frost - Speed on uncharted ways, - Enraptured, lost, - Past thrall of nights and days. - - Burnt fervent-white with rime, - The blurred earth hangs beneath, - Frost-light sublime, - Frost-tapers lit for death. - - Look down the mists and see - The orchards mazed with snow; - Grey, tangled tree, - Lichen and mistletoe. - - But, ere the dim world falls - Engulfed, upon your track, - Even at Heaven’s walls, - Turn back, turn back! - - And as the miles decrease, - By all that foils regret, - By all that is your peace, - My soul, forget. - - - - -MARSEY TOWN - - - As I came over the Hill of Clayne - Or ever the leaf was brown, - The wind blew light in the pods of broom, - For the gay, gold flower had lost its bloom, - And “O the jewel,” I sang again, - “That’s waiting in Marsey Town!” - - The shadows raced on the sun-swept hill, - And dappled its ancient crown, - The kestrel hovered on wings outspread, - The rabbit slipped through the bracken-bed - And the world beat time as I sang my fill - And travelled to Marsey Town. - - O foolish singer and foolish song! - The lure of a pinchbeck clown - Had thieved my jewel, my heart’s own core, - My goal was gained, but I sang no more, - And I turned me home as the shades grew long - From the steeples of Marsey Town. - - A lad came over the Hill of Clayne - A-singing as he stepped down-- - Aye me! forget what a fool has said, - For I called him “I” but he’s long, long dead-- - Dumb--gone like the sound of his own refrain - And buried in Marsey Town! - - - - -THE SEASONS - - - “Mother, I know Spring bears her gifts - Of young buds scarce unfurled, - For through bare apple-boughs I see - The blue hills of the world; - And the pale daffodils are set - Sharp, in the April light----” - “The gift that Spring has brought to me - Is fight, my son, fight.” - - “And, Mother, on the heels of Spring - The seasons follow hard, - When Summer glorifies the field - And Autumn stacks the yard; - Time was, I watched their gifts unroll, - And scarce could choose the best----” - “The gift that I would have of them - Is rest, my son, rest.” - - “But, Mother, might they grant your boon - And were the conflict done, - O Mother, have you strength to stand----?” - “I would lie down, my son.” - “Where would you look to ease your eyes - When strife with tears had ceas’t? - And whither would your feet be turned----?” - “East, my son, east.” - - -_Printed by Hazell Watson & Viney, Ld., London and Aylesbury, England_ - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BONNIE JOANN *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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She has many moods, from the stalwart humour of -‘The Beadle o’ Drumlee’ and ‘Jeemsie Miller’ to the haunting lilt of -‘The Gean-Trees’ and the pathos of ‘Craigo Woods’ and ‘The Lang Road,’ -but in them all are the same clarity of vision and clear beauty of -phrase.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>From</i> <span class="smcap">Mr. John Buchan’s</span> <i>Preface</i>.<br> -</p> - -<hr class="r5"> -<p class="center">LONDON: JOHN MURRAY</p> - -</div> - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter "> -<p class="center"><span class="xbig">BONNIE JOANN</span><br> -<span class="small">AND OTHER POEMS</span></p> -<p class="center big p2">BY VIOLET JACOB</p> -<p class="center p4">LONDON<br> -JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W.<br> -1921 -</p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center big"><span class="smcap">All Rights Reserved</span></p> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="center">TO MY NEPHEW<br> -<span class="big">WILLIAM KENNEDY-ERSKINE</span><br> -MOST UNDERSTANDING OF READERS -</p></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class="autotable"> -<tr><th></th><th class="tdr">PAGE</th></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#BONNIE_JOANN">BONNIE JOANN</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_WIND_FRAE_THE_BALTIC">THE WIND FRAE THE BALTIC</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_TRAMP_TO_THE_TATTIE-DULIE">THE TRAMP TO THE TATTIE-DULIE</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_5">5</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#HALLOWEEN">HALLOWE’EN</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#ADAM">ADAM</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_DAFT_BIRD">THE DAFT BIRD</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#PRIDE">PRIDE</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#KIRRIE">‘KIRRIE’</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_END_OT">THE END O’T</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_KELPIE">THE KELPIE</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#BALTIC_STREET">BALTIC STREET</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#BAILIE_BRUCE">BAILIE BRUCE</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#CHARLEWAYN17">CHARLEWAYN</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_MUCKLE_MOU">THE MUCKLE MOU’</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_34">34</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_GANGEREL">THE GANGEREL</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_TINKLERS_BALOO">THE TINKLER’S BALOO</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_BANKS_O_THE_ESK">THE BANKS O’ THE ESK</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_WISE-LIKE_CHAP">THE WISE-LIKE CHAP</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#INVERQUHARITY">INVERQUHARITY</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#FAUR-YE-WEEL">FAUR-YE-WEEL</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td class="tdc" colspan="2"><a href="#POEMS_IN_ENGLISH">IN ENGLISH</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#A_YOUNG_MANS_SONG">A YOUNG MAN’S SONG</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_SHADOWS">THE SHADOWS</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#A_WINTER_PHANTASY">A WINTER PHANTASY</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_52">52</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#MARSEY_TOWN">MARSEY TOWN</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> -<a href="#THE_SEASONS">THE SEASONS</a></td> -<td class="tdr page"> -<a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="r5"> -<p class="center">All these poems, with the exception of the last two in the book, have -appeared in <i>Country Life</i>, and I have to thank the editor for his -courteous permission to reproduce them.</p> - -<p class="right"> -V. J. -</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> - -<p class="center xbig">BONNIE JOANN<br><span class="small"><i>AND OTHER POEMS</i></span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BONNIE_JOANN">BONNIE JOANN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We’ve stookit the hairst an’ we’re needin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To gaither it in,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Syne, gin the morn’s dry, we’ll be leadin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">An’ wark’ll begin;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But noo I’ll awa doon the braeside</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My lane, while I can—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wha kens wha he’ll meet by the wayside,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My bonnie Joann?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">East yonder, the hairst-fields are hidin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sea frae my een,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gin ye keek whaur the stocks are dividin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ye’ll see it atween.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae douce an’ sae still it has sleepit</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Since hairst-time began</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like my he’rt—gin ye’d tak’ it an’ keep it</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">My bonnie Joann.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Owre a’thing the shadows gang trailin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Owre stubble an’ strae;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae the hedge to the fit o’ the pailin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They rax owre the way;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the sun may gang through wi’ his beamin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">An’ traivel his span,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For aye, by the licht o’ my dreamin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I see ye, Joann.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awa frae ye, naebody’s braver,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mair wise-like an’ bauld,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aside ye, I hech an’ I haver,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I’m het an’ I’m cauld;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But oh! could I tell wi’out speakin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The he’rt o’ a man,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye micht find I’m the lad that ye’re seekin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My bonnie Joann!</span><br> -</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WIND_FRAE_THE_BALTIC">THE WIND FRAE THE BALTIC</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Below the wa’s, oot-by Montrose,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The tides ca’ up an’ doon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony’s the gallant mairchantman</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Lies in aside the toon;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, it’s fine alang the tideway</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The loupin’ waters rin</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the wind is frae the Baltic wi’ the brigs comin’ in.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d gie the ring upon my hand</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To hide me frae the sea</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That manes by nicht an’ cries by day</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The dule that’s come to me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I’ll hear nae mair the fit-fa’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When hame the brigs may win</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ a man that sailed the Baltic, nor his step comin’ in.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And noo the toon is fair asteer,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The weans rin doon the street,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I may turn my face aboot</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">An’ get me hame to greet,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s sic a joy wi’ a’ fowk</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My tears wad be a sin,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the wind is frae the Baltic—an’ the brigs comin’ in.</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TRAMP_TO_THE_TATTIE-DULIE">THE TRAMP TO THE TATTIE-DULIE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrawn-leggit carle wi’ airms on hie</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And jist a hole for ilka ee,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye needna lift yer hand to me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">As though ye’d strike me;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’re threits abune an’ strae below,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But what-like use is sic a show?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye maun respec’ me, bogle, tho’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ye mauna like me!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gutsy doo or thievin’ craw</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye mebbe represent the law</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they come fleein’ owre the wa’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">To tak’ an airin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dod, I’ll no say they arena richt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When sic a fell, unchancy sicht</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gars them think twice afore they licht—</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">But <i>I’m</i> no carin’!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yer heid’s a neep,<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> yer wame’s<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> a sack,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yer ill-faured face gars bairnies shak’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yet the likes o’ you can mak’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">A livin’ frae it;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sma’ use to me! It isna fair</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For though there’s mony wad declare</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I’m no far ahint ye there,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>I</i> canna dae it!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Life’s a disgust wi’ a’ its ways,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For free o’ chairge ye get yer claes,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae luck hae I on washin’-days—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">There’s plenty dryin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But gin I see a usefu’ sark</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ bide or gloamin’ help my wark,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The guidwife’s oot afore it’s dark—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And leaves nane lyin’.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weel, weel, I’m aff. It’s little pleasure</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see ye standin’ at yer leisure</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I’ve sae mony miles to measure</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">To get a meal!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye idle dog! My bonnet’s through,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ yours is no exac’ly new,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a’ the same I’ll hae’t frae you,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And faur-ye-weel!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> Turnip.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> Belly.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="HALLOWEEN">HALLOWE’EN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tattie-liftin’s nearly through,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They’re ploughin’ whaur the barley grew,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And aifter dark, roond ilka stack,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll see the horsemen stand an’ crack</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Lachlan, but I mind o’ you!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I mind foo often we hae seen</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ten thoosand stars keek doon atween</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The nakit branches, an’ below</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Baith fairm an’ bothie hae their show,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alowe wi’ lichts o’ Hallowe’en.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s bairns wi’ guizards<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> at their tail</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Clourin’ the doors wi’ runts<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> o’ kail,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And fine ye’ll hear the skreichs an’ skirls</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O’ lassies wi’ their droukit curls</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bobbin’ for aipples i’ the pail.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bothie fire is loupin’ het,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A new heid horseman’s kist is set</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Richts o’ the lum; whaur by the blaze</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The auld ane stude that kept yer claes—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I canna thole to see it yet!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But gin the auld fowks’ tales are richt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An ghaists come hame on Hallow nicht,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O freend o’ freends! what wad I gie</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To feel ye rax yer hand to me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Atween the dark an’ caun’le licht?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awa in France, across the wave,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wee lichts burn on ilka grave,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ you an’ me their lowe hae seen—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll mebbe hae yer Hallowe’en</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yont, whaur ye’re lyin’ wi’ the lave.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s drink an’ daffin’, sang an’ dance</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ploys and kisses get their chance,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But Lachlan, man, the place I see</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is whaur the auld kist used to be</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the lichts o’ Hallowe’en in France!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">[3]</a> Mummers who go from door to door.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">[4]</a> Cabbage-stalks.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="ADAM">ADAM</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’re richt weel buskit, yer poke is fu’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ye ride i’ yer ain machine;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twould tak a fule to hae words wi’ you</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">An’ no ken the gowk he’s been.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At rowp or preachin’ the best ye’ll hae,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">This warld or the neist ane’s gear,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The breist<a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> o’ the laft on a Sawbath day,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or a seat by the auctioneer.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’re no jist auld an’ ye arena young,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But it doesna affec’ the case,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I’m aye that fear’d o’ a wumman’s tongue</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That I’m like to forget her face.</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ fowk says “Donal’, ye’re forty past,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I doot she’ll be fifty-three,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ye maun settle yersel’ at last</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That hasna a spare bawbee.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, youth’s a ploy, but it winna bide</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And a body’s gettin’ on—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What ails ye, man, at a thrifty bride</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ a dandy bit hoose like yon?”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Them’s wise-like bodies I hae to thank</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And mebbe they’re no far wrang;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But whiles ye’ll step frae a creakin’ plank</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ doon i’ the glaur<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> ye’ll gang!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It’s warm, thae nichts, i’ the auld King’s Heid;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">What better can ye desire</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than a lass to bring ye the dram ye need</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ yer billies aroond the fire?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ wha is’t redes me to tak’ a wife?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A puckle o’ single men!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No ane, I’m thinkin’, wad risk his life</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ a jaud that he disna ken!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll wish ye luck an’ a braw guidman,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And weel may ye baith agree,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I’m no seekin’ ye, Maggie-Ann,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And I doot that he’ll no be me!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">[5]</a> The front seat in the gallery.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">[6]</a> Mud.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_DAFT_BIRD">THE DAFT BIRD</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When day is past an’ peace comes doon wi’ gloamin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ twa by twa the young fowk pass the yett,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Auld stocks like me maun let their thochts content them,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mindin’ o’ coortin’s that they’ll no forget.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’re no sae far awa the nicht, my Marget,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tho’ on the brae-heid, past the dyke ye lie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur ae daft bird is singin’ i’ the kirkyaird</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And ae star watches i’ the evenin’ sky.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Late bird, daft bird, the likes o’ you are bedded,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The daylicht’s deid, it’s hame that ye should be,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yer voice is naucht to them that canna hear ye;</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">But sing you on, it isna naucht to me.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dod, like yersel’, it’s time that I was sleepin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sae lang it is since Marget laid her doon,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ilka year treids up ahint anither</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like evenin’s ghaist ahint the aifternoon.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For rest comes slaw to you an’ me, I’m thinkin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oor day’s wark’s surely lang o’ wearin’ through,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gloamin’s had been wearier an’ langer,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thae nichts o’ June, late warker, wantin’ you.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I maun hae patience yet, I’ll no be grievin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">There’s them that disna fail tho’ day be spent,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ yon daft bird’s aye singing i’ the kirkyaird—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Lord, I will bide my time, an’ bide content.</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PRIDE">PRIDE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did iver ye see the like o’ that?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The warld’s fair fashioned to winder at!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Heuch—dinna tell me! Yon’s Fishie Pete</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That cried the haddies in Ferry Street</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set up wi’ his coats an’ his grand cigars</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In ane o’ they stinkin’ motor-cars!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I mind the time (an’ it’s no far past)</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he wasna for fleein’ alang sae fast</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ doon i’ the causey his cairt wad stand</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he roared oot “Haddies!” below his hand;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’d up wi’ yer windy an’ doon he’d loup</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae the shaft o’ the cairt by the sheltie’s doup<a id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a>.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aye, muckle cheenges an’ little sense,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A bawbee’s wut an’ a poond’s pretence!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For there’s him noo wi’ his neb to the sky</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ yon deil’s machinery swiggit<a id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> by,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ me, that whiles gi’ed him a piece to eat,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tramps aye to the kirk on my ain twa feet.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, nee’bours, mind ye, the warld’s a-gley</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or we couldna see what we’ve seen the day,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Guid fortune’s blate whaur she’s weel desairv’t</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sinner fu’ an’ the godly stairv’t,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ fowk like me an’ my auld guidman</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jist wearied, daein’ the best we can!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ve kept my lips an’ my tongue frae guile</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ kept mysel’ to mysel’ the while;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Agin a’ wastrels I’ve aye been set</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I’m no for seekin’ to thole them yet;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A grand example I’ve been through life,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A righteous liver, a thrifty wife.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But oh! the he’rt o’ a body bleeds</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For favours sclarried<a id="FNanchor_9" href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> on sinfu’ heids.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wait you a whilie! Ye needna think</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They’ll no gang frae him wi’ cairds an’ drink!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They’ll bring nae blessin’, they winna bide,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the warst sin, nee’bours, is pride, aye, pride!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_7" href="#FNanchor_7" class="label">[7]</a> Croup.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_8" href="#FNanchor_8" class="label">[8]</a> Swung, whirled.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_9" href="#FNanchor_9" class="label">[9]</a> Spilt.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="KIRRIE">‘KIRRIE’</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Comin’ oot frae Kirrie, when the autumn gowd an’ siller</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">At the hindmaist o’ September month has grips o’ tree an’ shaw,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mune hung, deaved wi’ sunset, no a spunk o’ pride in till her,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Nae better nor a bogle, till the licht was awa;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the haughs below the Grampains, i’ the evenin’ they were lyin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Like a lang-socht Land o’ Promise that the cauld mist couldna smoor;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ tho’ ye didna see it, ye could hear the river cryin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If ye stood a while to listen on the road to Kirriemuir.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s an auld wife bides in Kirrie—set her up! a pridefu’ crater—</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">And she’s crackin’ aye o’ London an’ the grand fowk ye may see;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ the King, an’ syne his palace, till I’m sure I’m like to hate her,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the mairket-day in Kirrie is the sicht for me.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ye ken I’m sweir to fash her, an’ it’s best to be agreein’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For gin ye dinna heed her, then she’s cankered-like an’ soor,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dod, she tells o’ muckle lairnin’—but I doot the bizzar’s<a id="FNanchor_10" href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> leein’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For it’s fules wad bide in London when they kent o’ Kirriemuir.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O, the braw, braw toon o’ Kirrie! What a years that I hae lo’ed it!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And I winna seek to leave it tho’ I’m spared anither score;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d be greetin’ like a laddie for the auld reid hooses croodit</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Lookin’ down upon the steadin’s and the fields o’ Strathmore.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye may speak o’ heavenly mansions, ye may say it wadna grieve ye</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When ye quit a world sae bonnie—but I canna jist be sure,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I’ll hae to wait, I’m thinkin’, or I see if I believe ye,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For my first braid blink o’ Heaven, an’ my last o’ Kirriemuir!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_10" href="#FNanchor_10" class="label">[10]</a> Jade.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_END_OT">THE END O’T</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s a fine braw thistle that lifts its croon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">By the river-bank whaur the ashes stand,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the swirl o’ water comes whisp’rin’ doon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Past birk an’ bramble an’ grazin’ land.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But simmer’s flittit an’ time’s no heedin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A feckless lass nor a pridefu’ flow’r;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dark to hide me’s the grace I’m needin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">An’ the thistle’s seedin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 7em;">An’ my day’s owre.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I redd the hoose an’ I meat the hens</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">(Oh, it’s ill to wark when ye daurna tire!)</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ what’ll I get when my mither kens</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">It’s niver a maiden that biggs her fire?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I mind my pray’rs, but I’m feared to say them,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I hide my een, for they’re greetin’ fast,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What though I blind them—for wha wad hae them?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">The licht’s ga’en frae them</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span><span style="margin-left: 7em;">An’ my day’s past.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, wha tak’s tent for a fadin’ cheek?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">No him, I’se warrant, that gar’d it fade!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s little love for a lass to seek</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When the coortin’s through an’ the price is paid.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, aince forgotten’s forgotten fairly,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ heavy endit what’s licht begun,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But God forgie ye an’ keep ye, Chairlie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">For the nicht’s fa’en airly</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 7em;">An’ my day’s done!</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_KELPIE">THE KELPIE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’m feared o’ the road ayont the glen,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I’m sweir to pass the place</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur the water’s rinnin’, for a’ fowk ken</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s a kelpie sits at the fit o’ the den,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And there’s them that’s seen his face.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But whiles he watches an’ whiles he hides</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And whiles, gin na wind manes,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye can hear him roarin’ frae whaur he bides</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the soond o’ him splashin’ agin the sides</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O’ the rocks an’ the muckle stanes.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the mune gaes doon at the arn-tree’s back</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In a wee, wee weary licht,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bed-claes up to my lugs I tak’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I mind the swirl o’ the water black</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ the cry i’ the fearsome nicht.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lang an’ fell is yon road to me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As I come frae the schule;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I duarna think what I’m like to see</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When dark fa’s airly on buss an’ tree</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">At Martinmas and Yule.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aside the crusie<a id="FNanchor_11" href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> my mither reads,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">“My bairn,” says she, “ye’ve heard</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lord is mindfu’ o’ a’ oor needs</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ His shield an’ buckler’s abune the heids</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O’ them that keeps His word.”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I’m a laddie that’s no that douce,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ fechtin’s a bonnie game;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The dominie’s pawmies<a id="FNanchor_12" href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> are little use,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ mony’s the Sawbath I’m rinnin’ loose</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When a’body thinks I’m hame!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dod, noo we’re nearin’ the shorter days,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">It’s cannie I’ll hae to gang,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ keep frae fechtin’ an’ sic-like ways,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And no be tearin’ my Sawbath claes</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Afore that the nichts grow lang.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Richt guid an’ couthie I’ll need to be,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">(But it’s leein’ to say I’m glad),</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I ken there’s troubles that fowk maun dree,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the kelpie’s no like to shift for me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae, gin thae warlocks are fear’d o’ Thee,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Lord, mak’ me a better lad!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_11" href="#FNanchor_11" class="label">[11]</a> Iron oil-lamp.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_12" href="#FNanchor_12" class="label">[12]</a> Canings.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BALTIC_STREET">BALTIC STREET</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My dainty lass, lay you the blame</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon the richtfu’ heid;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twas daft ill-luck that bigg’d yer hame</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The wrang side o’ the Tweed.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye hae yer tocher a’ complete,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’re bonnie as the rose,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I was born in Baltic Street,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In Baltic Street, Montrose!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lang syne on mony a waefu’ nicht,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hie owre the sea’s distress,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ve seen the great airms o’ the licht</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Swing oot frae Scurdyness;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ prood, in sunny simmer blinks,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When land-winds rase an’ fell,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d flee my draigon<a id="FNanchor_13" href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> on the links</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ callants like mysel’.</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, Baltic Street is cauld an’ bare</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ mebbe nae sae grand,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ye’ll feel the smell i’ the caller air</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">O’ kippers on the land.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">’Twixt kirk an’ street the deid fowk bide</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their feet towards the sea,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ill nee’bours for a new-made bride,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gin ye come hame wi’ me.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The steeple shades the kirkyaird grass,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The seamen’s hidden banes,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A dour-like kirk to an English lass</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wha kens but English lanes;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the haar, the winter through,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Creeps blind on close and wa’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My hame micht get a curse frae you,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mysel’ get, mebbe, twa.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll up an’ aff the morn’s morn</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To seek some reid-haired queyn,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bauld-he’rted, strang-nieved,<a id="FNanchor_14" href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> bred an’ born</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">In this auld toon o’ mine.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And oh! for mair I winna greet,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gin we hae meal an’ brose</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a but an’ ben in Baltic Street,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In Baltic Street, Montrose!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_13" href="#FNanchor_13" class="label">[13]</a> Fly my kite.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_14" href="#FNanchor_14" class="label">[14]</a> Strong-fisted.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BAILIE_BRUCE">BAILIE BRUCE</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’d winder, when creation’s plan</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Seems sae acceptable to man,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Creator, in His power,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made brute an’ bird, an’ fruit an’ flower;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When e’en the wasps that bigg their bike</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ clocks<a id="FNanchor_15" href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> an’ golachs, an’ the like</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ a’ yon vairmin has their use,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What gar’d Him fashion Bailie Bruce?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He couldna thole to see a wean</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wheepin’ his pearie<a id="FNanchor_16" href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> on the green,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae sweethe’rts coorted but he saw</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Auld Homie’s tail ahint the twa.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In godly wrath he aye wad show</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His hate o’ sinfu’ men; but tho’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wicked fled afore his face</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The guid aye passed them i’ the race.</span><br> -<br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oot frae the foremaist seat at kirk</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He roared the psalms like ony stirk,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For gripp’d was he by sic a zeal</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As nane but the elect micht feel;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ when the kirk-door plate was set,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi’ looks o’ pride ye’d ne’er forget,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When puir fowk laid their pennies doon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He’d gi’e his Maker half a croon.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weel, whiles oor ancient customs change</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ fowk accep’ what’s new an’ strange;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oor decent plate awa was laid</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For bonny baggies—English made.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sawbath cam’ roond; the kirk was in;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Bailie sat an’ glow’red on sin;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Elder brocht wi’ reverent feet</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His baggie to the foremaist seat.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In drapp’d the money; Bailie Bruce</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi’ open hand an’ purse-strings loose</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And e’en upliftit, kept his place;</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bag passed on its road o’ grace.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weel was’t he couldna see the smile</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That a’ yon kirk-fu’ had the while</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet the Elder’s twisted mou’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That wrocht him a’ the journey through!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For oh! ahint the Bailie’s back</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was done a deed o’ shame to mak’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His righteous he’rt wi’ anger swell</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Nane gie’d a bodle but himsel’!</i></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ at the coontin’, plain to see,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The baggie held but ae bawbee!</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="tb"> -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His health noo gars him keep the hoose;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Losh-aye! what ails him, Bailie Bruce?</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_15" href="#FNanchor_15" class="label">[15]</a> Beetles.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_16" href="#FNanchor_16" class="label">[16]</a> Whipping-top.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHARLEWAYN17">CHARLEWAYN<a id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a></h2> -</div> - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(<i>Yestere’n was Hallowe’en,</i></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>To-day is Hallow-day,</i></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>It’s nine free nichts to Martinmas,</i></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;"><i>And then we’ll get away.</i></span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Old Song among Angus Farm Servants.</span>)</span><br> -</p> - - -<p class="poetry p2"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae Hallowe’en to Martinmas</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">There’s little time to fill,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet there’s mony a warkin’ lass</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thinks a’ the days stand still.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, cauld the mornin’ creeps on nicht</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Alang the eerie skies,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ cauld the blink o’ caun’le-licht</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That lets me see to rise.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For late an’ airly at the fairm</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The wark seems niver past,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a week, come Monday, brings the tairm</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When I may flit at last.</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mither hauds her docters ticht,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My mither’s hoose is sma’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ I niver lo’ed my mither richt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Until I gaed awa.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yestere’en was Hallowe’en</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When a’ may dance an’ sing;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The auld guidwife shut doon her e’en,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The young anes got their fling;</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Set up, the fiddler wrocht. Below,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The reel swang ilka ane,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But my feet danced oot to meet my joe</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">By the licht o’ Charlewayn.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mither’s hame’s a happy hame</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whaur easy I may lie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o’ mysel’ I’m thinkin’ shame,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sic a feckless queyn am I.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, by the licht o’ Charlewayn,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">It’s Rab that gar’d me lairn</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see a lover’s lass mair plain</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">E’en than a mither’s bairn.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aye, yestere’en was Hallowe’en,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ Martinmas is near;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It’s wae for Martinmas I’ve been</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But it’s like to find me here!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_17" href="#FNanchor_17" class="label">[17]</a> Charles’ Wain, the Plough.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MUCKLE_MOU">THE MUCKLE MOU’</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When ye are auld an’ pitten past,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll whiles be sittin’ wi’ a freen’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And crackin’, as ye hear the blast</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rage i’ the lum, o’ fowk ye’ve seen.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s some gangs whingein’,<a id="FNanchor_18" href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> singin’ sma’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ some that taks a baulder tune,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ae thing’s aye the same wi’ a’—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’ll see a lad—his hoose the best,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A thrivin’ swine in till his yaird,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His gairden fu’—he winna rest,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He’s wud because he’s no a laird!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He coorts a lass; she’ll tak’ her aith</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He isna fit to dicht her shune,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What’s wrang wi’ ane is wrang wi’ baith—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune.</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ tinkler-fowk, an’ fowk wi’ means</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll scarcely hae the time to speak,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Men, wives an’ widdies, lords an’ weans,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The mair they get, the mair they’ll seek.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’d think the vera warld was deav’d</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ them that’s roarin’ for the mune,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae maitter what they’ve a’ receiv’d</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their mou’s owre muckle for their spune.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when ye’ve lookit mony a year</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Upon yersel’ and ither men,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although to lairn ye’ve whiles been sweir,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">There’s twa-three things ye’re like to ken;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye winna need to mak’ ado</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ warstle wi’ the powers abune,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yer spune’s the measure o’ yer mou’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gin ane is wrang, it’s no the spune!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_18" href="#FNanchor_18" class="label">[18]</a> Whining.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_GANGEREL">THE GANGEREL</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It’s ye maun whustle for a breeze</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Until the sails be fu’;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They bigg yon ships that ride the seas</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To pleasure fowk like you.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ye hae siller i’ yer hand</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And a’ that gowd can buy,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But weary, in a weary land,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A gangerel-loon am I.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’ll feel the strang tides lift an’ toss</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The scud o’ nor’land faem,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when ye drap the Southern Cross</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">It’s a’ roads lead ye hame.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ye shall see the shaws o’ broom</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wave on the windy hill,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alang the strath the hairst-fields toom<a id="FNanchor_19" href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And syne the stackyairds fill.</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’ll hear fu’ mony a raittlin’ cairt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">On Forfar’s causey-croon,<a id="FNanchor_20" href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi’ young stirks loupin’ to the Mairt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That roars in Forfar toon.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O’ nichts, ayont yer snibbet door,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll see in changeless band,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Abune Craig Oule, to keep Strathmore,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The stars of Scotland stand.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But tho’ ye think ye sicht them fine</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Gang ben an’ tak’ yer rest,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae lands that niver kent their shine</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">It’s me that sees them best!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they shall brak’ their ancient trust,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Shall rise nae mair nor set,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Sidlaw hills be laid in dust</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Afore that I forget.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lowse ye the windy-sneck a wheen,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ glowre frae ilka airt</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fegs! Ye may see them wi’ yer een—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>I</i> see them wi’ my he’rt!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_19" href="#FNanchor_19" class="label">[19]</a> Empty.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_20" href="#FNanchor_20" class="label">[20]</a> The middle of the street.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TINKLERS_BALOO">THE TINKLER’S BALOO</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Haud yer whisht, my mannie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Hide yer heid the noo,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s a jimp young mune i’ the branches abune</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ she’s keekin’ at me an’ you.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near she is to settin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Waukin’ she shouldna be,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ mebbe she sees i’ the loan by the trees</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Owre muckle for you an’ me.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dinna cry on Daddie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Daddie’s by the fairm,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s a specklie hen that strays i’ the den</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ he’s fear’d she may come to hairm.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thieves is bauld an’ mony,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That’s what guid fowk say,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ they’d a’ complain gin the limmer was ta’en</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ cheughit afore it’s day.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep, an’ then, come Sawbath,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A feather o’ gray ye’ll get</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi’ specklies on it to set i’ yer bonnet</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ gar ye look brawer yet.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae hide yer heid, my mannie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Haud yer whisht, my doo,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For we’ll hae to shift or the sun’s i’ the lift</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ I’m singin’ baloo, baloo!</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_BANKS_O_THE_ESK">THE BANKS O’ THE ESK</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gin I were whaur the rowans hang</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their berried heids aside the river,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’d hear the water slip alang,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The rowan-leaves abune me shiver;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And winds frae Angus braes wad sail</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To blaw me dreams owre peat an’ gale.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ blawn frae youth, thae dreams o’ mine</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wad find me, tho’ the rowans hide me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like hoolets gray they’d flit, an’ syne</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They’d fauld their wings an’ licht aside me;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye the mair content I’d be</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The closer that they cam’ to me.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aside the Esk I’d lay me doon,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Atween the rowans and its windin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ tho’ the waters rase to droon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A weary carle, I’d no be mindin’;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I wad sleep, my rovin’ past,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon thae banks o’ dreams at last.</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_WISE-LIKE_CHAP">THE WISE-LIKE CHAP</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aye, billies, I’m a wise-like chap,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I dinna smoke nor drink,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gin I gi’e my poke a slap</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ye’ll hear the siller chink.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My feyther has an aicht-pair<a id="FNanchor_21" href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> fairm</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Weel set wi’ byre an’ stack;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s mony will obey me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ tak’ their pattern frae me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Annie winna hae me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ my he’rt’s near brak’!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My Grannie’s saved a bit hersel’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She’s three-score year an’ ten,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wha’ll get the profit nane can tell</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">(An’ yet I think I ken!)</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It’s fules wad cross a rich auld wife,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sae a’ her fleers<a id="FNanchor_22" href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> I tak’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ tho’ it’s like to pay me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Richt little guid ’twill dae me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Annie winna hae me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ my he’rt’s near brak’!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye’ll mebbe mind the miller’s loon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That was a fair disgrace;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His auld dune hat was clour’d abune</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ mill-dust on his face.</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gowk! He gaed awa to fecht</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And syne cam’ crippl’t back;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yestre’en he passed my Grannie</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi’ his left airm bandig’t cannie—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his richt ane happit Annie,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ my he’rt’s near brak’!</span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_21" href="#FNanchor_21" class="label">[21]</a> The size of Angus farms is expressed by the number of -horses required to work them.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_22" href="#FNanchor_22" class="label">[22]</a> Jibes.</p> - -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INVERQUHARITY">INVERQUHARITY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aside the Quharity burn</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I ken na what I’m seein’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ the licht near deein’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the lang year at the turn;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But the dog that gangs wi’ me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Creeps whingein’ at my knee,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we baith haud thegither</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like a lad an’ his brither</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">At the water o’ Quharity.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alang the Quharity glen</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I mind on warlock’s faces,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I’ the still, dark places</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur the trees hae airms like men;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And I ken the beast can see</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Yon een that’s watchin’ me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur the arn-boughs darken</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ I’m owre fear’d to harken</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">I’ the glen o’ Quharity.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By Quharity Castle wa’s</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The toor is like a prison,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or a deid man risen</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amang the birken shaws;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the sweit upon my bree</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is drappin’ cauld frae me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Till the ill spell’s broken</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">By the Haly Word spoken</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the wa’s o’ Quharity.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alang the Valley o’ Deith</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">There’ll be mony a warlock wait’n</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Wi’ the thrangin’ hosts o’ Sat’n</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till I tak’ my hin’maist breith;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ I’m fear’d there winna be</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The dog to gang wi’ me</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ I doot the way is wearier</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ the movin’ shadows eerier</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Than the jaws o’ Quharity.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I’ll whisper the Haly Name</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For thae list’nin’ lugs to hear me,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">An’ the herds o’ Hell’ll fear me</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ tak’ the road they came;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the wild dark wings’ll flee</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Frae their bield in branch an’ tree—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae mair the black airms thrawin’!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae mair the ill sough blawin’!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my day o’ days is dawin’</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Owre the Castle o’ Quharity!</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FAUR-YE-WEEL">FAUR-YE-WEEL</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As ye come through the Sea-Gate ye’ll find a hoose we ken</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur, when a man is drouthy, his drouth an’ he gang ben,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whiles o’ nichts there’s dancin’ and aye there’s drink by day</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a fiddler-carle sits yonder an’ gars his fiddle play:</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Oh come, ye ancient mariners,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Nae maitter soond or lame,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">For tho’ ye gae on hirplin’<a id="FNanchor_23" href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> tae</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Ye’ll syne gang dancin’ hame;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The years are slippin’ past ye</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Like water past the bows,</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Roond half the warld ye’ve toss’d yer dram but sune ye’ll hae to lowse.</i>”<a id="FNanchor_24" href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a></span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The toon is like a picture, the sea is bonnie blue,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fiddle’s cryin’ aff the shore to captain, mate, an’ crew,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An’ them that’s had for music the swirl o’ gannet’s wings,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The winds that drive frae Denmark, they dootna what it sings:</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Oh come, ye dandy Baltic lads</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">That sail to Elsinore,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ye’re newly in, ye’ll surely win</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">To hae a spree ashore;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Lairn frae the sea, yer maister,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">When fortune’s i’ ye’re debt,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The cauld waves washin’ past the bar tak’ a’ that they can get!</i>”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when the quays are lichtit an’ dark the ocean lies,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The daft mune, like a feckless fule, keeks doon to mock the wise;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Awa’ in quiet closes the fiddle’s voice is heard</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whaur some that should be sleepin’ are listenin’ for its word:</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">“Sae haste ye noo, ye rovin’ queyns,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">An’ gie yer dads the slip,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Tho’ dour auld men sit girnin’ ben</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">There’s young anes aff the ship,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Come, tak’ yer fill o’ dancin’,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Yer he’rts at hame maun bide,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For the lad that tak’s a he’rt to sea will drap it owre the side!</i>”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye the fiddle’s playin’, the auld bow wauks the string,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The auld carle, stampin’ wi’ his fit, gies aye the time a swing;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gang East, gang West, ye’ll hear it, it lifts ye like a reel:</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>It’s niver dumb, an’ the tune sings “Come,” but its name is Faur-ye-weel!</i></span><br> -</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_23" href="#FNanchor_23" class="label">[23]</a> Limping.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_24" href="#FNanchor_24" class="label">[24]</a> To give up, to leave off.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span></p> -<p class="xbig center" id="POEMS_IN_ENGLISH">POEMS IN ENGLISH</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_YOUNG_MANS_SONG">A YOUNG MAN’S SONG</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My girl is true, my girl is sweet,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When in the town we chance to meet</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It almost seems to me as though</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A rose were growing in the street.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if I see her in the lane,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Though winter’s freezing might and main,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I half suspect, in spite of all,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That Spring’s upon us once again.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When luck is out and things look blue</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And folks are up against me too,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There’s naught in that to cast me down</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Because she trusts me through and through.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at the altar-railings when</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My faith and truth I swear, oh then</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I’ll pray, “God strike me if I fail—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">So help me! World without end. Amen!”</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SHADOWS">THE SHADOWS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Boughs of the pine and stars between,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">In woods where shadows fill the air,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oh, who may rest that once has been</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">A shadow there?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sounds of the night and tears between,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The grey owl hooting, dimly heard;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can footsteps reach those lands unseen,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">Or wings of bird?</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Days of the years and worlds between,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Still through the boughs the stars may burn,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The heart may break for lands unseen,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For woods wherein its life has been,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 6em;">But not return.</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_WINTER_PHANTASY">A WINTER PHANTASY</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The day was all delight,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Chorus and golden tune;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rides the steep night</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The white ship of the moon.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now that the night is come</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And silence wakes to power,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All that was dumb</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Has its triumphal hour.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My soul, behold a sail</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The seas of Heaven upon,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rise up and hail</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">That roving galleon.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">High above winter frost</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Speed on uncharted ways,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Enraptured, lost,</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Past thrall of nights and days.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Burnt fervent-white with rime,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The blurred earth hangs beneath,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frost-light sublime,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Frost-tapers lit for death.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look down the mists and see</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The orchards mazed with snow;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grey, tangled tree,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Lichen and mistletoe.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, ere the dim world falls</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Engulfed, upon your track,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even at Heaven’s walls,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Turn back, turn back!</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as the miles decrease,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">By all that foils regret,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By all that is your peace,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My soul, forget.</span><br> -</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="MARSEY_TOWN">MARSEY TOWN</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I came over the Hill of Clayne</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Or ever the leaf was brown,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The wind blew light in the pods of broom,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the gay, gold flower had lost its bloom,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And “O the jewel,” I sang again,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">“That’s waiting in Marsey Town!”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shadows raced on the sun-swept hill,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And dappled its ancient crown,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The kestrel hovered on wings outspread,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The rabbit slipped through the bracken-bed</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the world beat time as I sang my fill</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And travelled to Marsey Town.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O foolish singer and foolish song!</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The lure of a pinchbeck clown</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Had thieved my jewel, my heart’s own core,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My goal was gained, but I sang no more,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I turned me home as the shades grew long</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span><span style="margin-left: 5em;">From the steeples of Marsey Town.</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lad came over the Hill of Clayne</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A-singing as he stepped down—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Aye me! forget what a fool has said,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For I called him “I” but he’s long, long dead—</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dumb—gone like the sound of his own refrain</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">And buried in Marsey Town!</span><br> -</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_SEASONS">THE SEASONS</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="poetry"> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Mother, I know Spring bears her gifts</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of young buds scarce unfurled,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For through bare apple-boughs I see</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The blue hills of the world;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the pale daffodils are set</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Sharp, in the April light——”</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“The gift that Spring has brought to me</span><br> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is fight, my son, fight.”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“And, Mother, on the heels of Spring</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The seasons follow hard,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Summer glorifies the field</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And Autumn stacks the yard;</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Time was, I watched their gifts unroll,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And scarce could choose the best——”</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“The gift that I would have of them</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Is rest, my son, rest.”</span><br> -<br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“But, Mother, might they grant your boon</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And were the conflict done,</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Mother, have you strength to stand——?”</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">“I would lie down, my son.”</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Where would you look to ease your eyes</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When strife with tears had ceas’t?</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whither would your feet be turned——?”</span><br> -<span style="margin-left: 3em;">“East, my son, east.”</span><br> -</p> - 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