Dad poems

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394. Song-Braw Lads o’ Gala Water

© Robert Burns

BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes,
They rove amang the blooming heather;
But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws
Can match the lads o’ Galla Water.

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385. Song-Auld Rob Morris

© Robert Burns

THERE’S Auld Rob Morris that wons in yon glen,
He’s the King o’ gude fellows, and wale o’ auld men;
He has gowd in his coffers, he has owsen and kine,
And ae bonie lass, his dautie and mine.

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375. Song-The Deuks dang o’er my Daddie

© Robert Burns

THE BAIRNS gat out wi’ an unco shout,

The deuks dang o’er my daddie, O!

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330. Song-The Gallant Weaver

© Robert Burns

WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,

By mony a flower and spreading tree,

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275. Song-The Laddie’s dear sel’

© Robert Burns

THERE’S a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.

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273. Song-Tam Glen

© Robert Burns

MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len’,
To anger them a’ is a pity,
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?

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269. Song-Sweet Tibbie Dunbar

© Robert Burns

O WILT thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O wilt thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

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217. Song-The Lad they ca’ Jumpin John

© Robert Burns

HER daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
Forbidden she wadna be:
She wadna trow’t the browst she brew’d,
Wad taste sae bitterlie.

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2. Song-O Tibbie, I hae seen the day

© Robert Burns

Chor.—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o’ gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.

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151. Song-Bonie Dundee: A Fragment

© Robert Burns

MY blessin’s upon thy sweet wee lippie!
My blessin’s upon thy e’e-brie!
Thy smiles are sae like my blythe sodger laddie,
Thou’s aye the dearer, and dearer to me!

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Ten Little Injuns

© Winner Septimus

Ten little Injuns standin' in a line,One toddled home and then there were nine;Nine little Injuns swingin' on a gate,One tumbled off and then there were eight.

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A Child's Alone

© Sullivan Rosemary

In the photographs the reporters tookthe others have closed their eyes;only hers are open, stare into blankness

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Four Poems for a Child Son

© Ortiz Simon Joseph

WHATS YOUR INDIAN NAME?

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All Pain Can Be Controlled

© Neilson Shane

In the hack-the-limb-off,pull out the tooth by tying it to a doorjamb,give the child something to cry about,cold showers are best, or just ice it, or suck it up, suck all of it up,punch your dad in the belly as he tightens his muscles,ten on a scale of one to ten just means a better amount of control,your lover looking at you and saying, Are you feeling this yet?,the torturer grinning and saying, Have no fear,filling the airbag with nails,stone in the bottom of the shoe for the faithless,dreams of the euthanasia machine are best interrupted halfway through,the logical end is death,kind of way

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Precious

© McGimpsey David

Precious as the love between a manand either Betty or Veronica,sweet as spending the night in a vanwith a bottle of no-name Goldshläger

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The New Plaything

© Lardner Ring W.

I wonder what your thought will beAnd what you'll say and do, sir.When you come home again and seeWhat Daddy's got for you, sir.

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The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers

© Ernest Hemingway

In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain