Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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THE MIRTH'S LEFT THE GLEN. |
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THE MIRTH'S LEFT THE GLEN.
The mirth's left the glen, and the music the green,
The auld steeple bell threatens aught hours at e'en—
A stoup o' the strongest bring speedily ben,
The night has a charm that the day doesna ken.
The auld steeple bell threatens aught hours at e'en—
A stoup o' the strongest bring speedily ben,
The night has a charm that the day doesna ken.
Your puir feckless bodies I canna understan',
Wha flinch frae a tumbler when toddy's agaun;
The pith o' the bauldest let ilka ane shaw,
It's but a wee drap we can stand, after a'.
Wha flinch frae a tumbler when toddy's agaun;
The pith o' the bauldest let ilka ane shaw,
It's but a wee drap we can stand, after a'.
There's friendship that's true, an' there's beauty that's kind,
There's gowd for the getting to them wha've a mind,
There's a blink o' blithe sunshine in life's dullest day,
A n' the warld's no sae bad yet as some folk wad say!
There's gowd for the getting to them wha've a mind,
There's a blink o' blithe sunshine in life's dullest day,
A n' the warld's no sae bad yet as some folk wad say!
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If a sang frighten sorrow, then whaur is the sin?
We're dowie eneugh if we ance let grief in;
A cowart's a cowart the hale warld alang,
Sae stand to your glasses, and scrieve us a sang!
We're dowie eneugh if we ance let grief in;
A cowart's a cowart the hale warld alang,
Sae stand to your glasses, and scrieve us a sang!
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