Poems by Hew Ainslie
Let's Drink to our next Meeting
... Chorus Then here's to our next meeting, lads, ...
The Hint o' Hairst
... When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld, ...
The Daft Days
... Thro' hay, an' thro' hairst, sair we toil it, Kate, ...
The Hoosier
... They may laugh till their mouths they grow wider ...
Willie and Helen
... An' his luik was like the luik o' man &emsp ...
