A Collection of Poems Author:Thomas Watson Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: And maybe soon you'll see yourseP An unco alteration. My lord he is a feeling man, And he for you shall feel. But, to conclude, see there's my hand, I... more »'ll do't, so fare-ye-weel. By this, day-light was peeping in, And wind and rain did roll; So up I gat, and hame did rin, And so concludes the whole. MAY MORNING. How mony hail wi' joyous e'e, 'Mang Edinburgh lasses, The blythesome morn, when they loup free, Frae' Morpheus' embraces, On sweet May-morn; To meet the lads they like fu' weef, Lang ere the sun is noddin', And wi' their hearts fu' light and leal, Out o'er the hills are ploddin'; To gather dew, And get a snuff o' caller air, And scamper o'er the green, Wi' looks as healthy, fresh, and fair, As bonniest May-pole queen ; On ony day. Up Arthur's-seat in crowds they climb, Like bees around a hive, And sparing neither wind nor limb, So anxious do they strive To be first up. There's some like mountain goats do frisk, And scramble up the hill, Louping o'er rocks and whins fu' brisk, Without a thought o' ill Into their heads. Ithers whase strength is no sae guid, Or ablins stint o' breath— Or fa'en into some serious mood, Lest they should come to skaith, Aft rest their shanks. And some half willing to be prest, Do take the proffer'd aid O' some youth's arm, or else do rest Beneath the rocky shade, Or blooming thorn. When a' ha'e gotten to its head, And rallied in a thrang, Some clear their throats ere they proceed, To sing some guid Scots sang ; To keep them canty— Until the pipers fill their bags, To join their martial roar ; Amang the flute and fidler wags, And gain the loud encore, 0' ilk true heart. Then lads and lasses a' in ranks, Arranged upon the sod ; ...« less