Craven Blossoms or, Poems chiefly connected with the district of Craven. By Robert Storey |
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TO A ROBIN RIDBRUST
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TO A ROBIN RIDBRUST
At E sa i'th Kirk at Sarvice Time.
Lile Robin, thou hes maunder'd whear
Thou'll nut finnd mich to pleease, I fear,
For thou, like maar beside,
Wod raather flee to triflin cares,
Thinkin at sarmons, psaums and prayers
Nout else bud ill betide.
Thou'll nut finnd mich to pleease, I fear,
For thou, like maar beside,
Wod raather flee to triflin cares,
Thinkin at sarmons, psaums and prayers
Nout else bud ill betide.
Bud its a pelsy day without,
The snaw ligs deep an blaws about,
Thou gangs toth' bauk to perk;
Thus thou, like rakes, when troubles press,
As the girt refuge i' distress,
Taks bield i' Mother Kirk.
The snaw ligs deep an blaws about,
Thou gangs toth' bauk to perk;
Thus thou, like rakes, when troubles press,
As the girt refuge i' distress,
Taks bield i' Mother Kirk.
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Thou thinks our prayers lile else bud whims,
Thou reckons nout o' psaums ner hymns,
They nobbut mak the freeten'd;
And flackerin here and thear to flee
The sun lets fall his leet on thee
Wi' au thy feathers breeten'd.
Thou reckons nout o' psaums ner hymns,
They nobbut mak the freeten'd;
And flackerin here and thear to flee
The sun lets fall his leet on thee
Wi' au thy feathers breeten'd.
Thou cannot gaum ner understand,
Each yan thy lytle een hes scann'd
Seea lowly kneeled afore the,
Dis seea—for, strang i' faith he dreams
Of bein au, at thou bud seams,
A seraph wing'd i' glory!
Each yan thy lytle een hes scann'd
Seea lowly kneeled afore the,
Dis seea—for, strang i' faith he dreams
Of bein au, at thou bud seams,
A seraph wing'd i' glory!
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