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.
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.
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!
330. Song-The Gallant Weaver
© Robert Burns
WHERE Cart rins rowin’ to the sea,
By mony a flower and spreading tree,
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’.
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?
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?
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.
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.
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!
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.
A Child's Alone
© Sullivan Rosemary
In the photographs the reporters tookthe others have closed their eyes;only hers are open, stare into blankness
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.
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
That First Year
© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco
i wrote poems mainly that first year,picking garbage, doing dishes, humblingmyself among men who doubted me for having gottenthe world's publicity; what did i want with them, anyway?but after a year they saw my touch and needed an armaround them; men without women can use an italiannow and again to laugh christ off the cross and make him dance;make the devil look a bit foolish
