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Rhymes and Recollections of a Hand-Loom Weaver

By William Thom. Edited, with a Biographical Sketch, by W. Skinner
Thom, William (1798?-1848)

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RHYMES.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
THE BLIND BOY'S PRANKS.
 
LINES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DEATH OF COUNT JOHN LESLIE OF BALQUHAIN AND FETTERNEIR.
 
WHISPERINGS FOR THE UNWASHED.
 
THE MANIAC MOTHER'S DREAM.
 
OLD FATHER FROST AND HIS FAMILY.
 
AUTUMN WINDS.
 
OH, MARY! WHEN YOU THINK OF ME.
 
I'VE SOUGHT IN LANDS AYONT THE SEA.
 
I WOULDNA—OH! I COULDNA LOOK.
 
JEANIE'S GRAVE.
 
THEY SPEAK O' WYLES.
 
THE LAST TRYST.
 
ONE OF THE HEART'S STRUGGLES.
 
YE DINNA KEN YON BOWER.
 
BONNIE MAY.
 
LINES WRITTEN AT RAVENSCRAIG,
 
THE OVERGATE ORPHAN.
 
YTHANSIDE.
 
A CHIEFTAIN UNKNOWN TO THE QUEEN.
 
THE DRUNKARD'S DREAM.
 
CAN YE FORGET?
 
THE LASS O' KINTORE.
 
DID THEY MEET AGAIN?
 
WHAUR DOES THE BLYTHE BEE SIP?
 
LINES ADDRESSED TO MISS MARY FORBES ROBERTSON ON HER LEAVING FOR SCOTLAND AFTER A VISIT TO FRIENDS IN LONDON, NOV., 1846.
 
THE LASS WI' THE WANDERIN' E'E.
 
MY HEATHER LAND.
 
MY HAMELESS HA'.
 
TO MY SON WILLIE
 
TO MY SON WILLIE IN THE INFIRMARY
 
DREAMINGS OF THE BEREAVED.
 
THE MITHERLESS BAIRN.
 
THE WEDDED WATERS.
 
“OH, THAT MY LOVE WAS SO EASILY WON!”
 
A WISH.
 
SECOND LOVE.
 
ADDRESS TO THE DON.
 
WHISPER LOW.
 
GLAMOURIE; OR, MESMERISM AS WE HAVE IT AT INVERURY.
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SCHOOL OF INDUSTRY.
 
[preface]
 
THE MONITOR'S SONG
 
THE STRICKEN BRANCH.
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THE FISHERMEN.
 
[preface]
 
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE ABOVE DISASTER.
 
LINES TO MISS LUCY LAWRENCE OTTLEY.
 
KNOCKESPOCK'S LADY.
 
THE HOMES OF MISERY.
 
JUSTICE—A REVERIE.
 
SOMETHING ABOUT DIMPLES:
 
CHANTS FOR CHURLS.
 
FAREWELL TO LONDON.

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YE DINNA KEN YON BOWER.

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Air—“Jenny Nettles.”

Ye dinna ken yon bower,
Frae the glow'rin warl' hidden,
Ye maunna ken yon bower
Bonnie in the gloamin'.
Nae woodbine sheds a fragrance there,
Nae rose, nae daffodillie fair;
But, oh! yon flow'r beyond compare
That blossoms in the gloamin'.
There's little licht in yon bower,
Day and darkness elbow ither,
That's the licht in yon bower,
Bonnie in the gloamin'.
Awa' ye sun, wi' lavish licht,
And bid brown Benachie guid nicht;
To me a star mair dearly bricht
Aye glimmers in the gloamin'.
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There's nae a sound in yon bower
Merl's sough nor mavis singin';
Whispers saft in yon bower,
Mingle in the gloamin'.
What though drowsie lav'rocks rest,
Cow'rin' in their sangless nest?
When, oh! the voice that I like best
Cheers me in the gloamin'.
There's artless truth in yon bower,
Sweeter than the scented blossom;
Bindin' hearts in yon bower,
Glowin' in the gloamin'.
The freshness o' the upland lea,
The fragrance o' the blossom'd pea,
A' mingle in her breath to me,
Sichin' in the gloamin'.
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CONCLUDING CHORUS.

Then haud awa' frae yon bower,
Cauldrife breast or loveless bosom;
True love dwells in yon bower,
Gladdest in the gloamin'.
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