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275. SongThe Laddies dear sel

© Robert Burns

THERES a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa;
For hes bonie and braw, weel-favord witha,
An his hair has a natural buckle an a.

2. SongO 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.

62. Epistle to William Simson

© Robert Burns

Sae, ye observe that a this clatter
Is naething but a moonshine matter;
But tho dull prose-folk Latin splatter
In logic tulyie,
I hope we bardies ken some better
Than mind sic brulyie.

280. The Kirk of Scotlands Alarm: A Ballad

ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox,
Let me sound an alarm to your conscience:
A heretic blast has been blown in the West,
That what is no sense must be nonsense,
Orthodox! That what is no sense must be nonsense.

Tibbie Dunbar

© Robert Burns

O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
O, wilt thou go wi' me,
Sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

42. A Poets Welcome to his Love-Begotten Daughter

© Robert Burns

For if thou be what I wad hae thee,
And tak the counsel I shall gie thee,
Ill never rue my trouble wi thee,
The cost nor shame ot,
But be a loving father to thee,
And brag the name ot.

80. The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata

© Robert Burns

AirTuneSoldiers Joy.I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come;
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French at the sound of the drum.
Lal de daudle, &c.

The Famous Victory Of Saarbrucken

© Arthur Rimbaud

At centre, the Emperor, blue-yellow, in apotheosis,
Gallops off, ramrod straight, on his fine gee-gee,
Very happy since everything he sees is rosy,
Fierce as Zeus, and as gentle as a Daddy is:

Daddy Fell into the Pond

© Alfred Noyes

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
THEN
Daddy fell into the pond!

adventure

© Rg Gregory

just as the dusk comes hooting
down through the shivering black leaves
of the swinging trees we (the brave ones
swaggering like marshalls through a lynch-mob)
crash-bang our way to the door
of the so-called haunted house

The Twins

© James Whitcomb Riley

One 's the pictur' of his Pa,
And the _other_ of her Ma--
Jes the bossest pair o' babies 'at a mortal ever saw!
And we love 'em as the bees
Loves the blossoms of the trees,
A-ridin' and a-rompin' in the breeze!

Barta

© Henry Lawson

Wide solemn eyes that question me,

Wee hand that pats my head

Little Orphant Annie

© James Whitcomb Riley

To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

Father Death Blues (Don't Grow Old, Part V)

Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going

Sackcloth

I made sackcloth also my garment; and I
became a proverb to them. They that sit in
the gate speak against me; and I was the
song of drunkards. Psalm 102

Hiawathas' photographing ( Part V )

Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,

Hiawatha's Photographing (complete)

From his shoulder Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;

© Sylvia Plath

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.