scottish poems

Love in the Guise of Friendship

Talk not of love,it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;
He bound me in an iron chain,
And plung'd me in deep woe.

But for friendships pure and lasting joys,
My heart was form'd to prove,
There welcome and wear the prize,
But never talk of love.

Your friendship much can make me blest,
O why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only one request,
You know I will deny?

Though if love must harbur there,
Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
Thye very friend i sought.

very good sweet

good one
prefer limericks tho

i like that one very nice

[shazzababie]

what makes it scottish tho ?

My Bonnie Wee Thing

Chorus-Boniie wee thing,cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing,wert thou mine,
I wad,wear thee in my bosom,
lest my jewel,it should tine.

Whishfully i look on and languish,
In that bonie face of thine,
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
Boniie wee thing &c

Wit and grace,and love,and beauty,
In all constellation shine,
To adore the is my duty,
Goddess o' this soul o' mine.
Bonnie wee thing &c.

[shazzababie]

yay ...thats more scottish

O whistle,an' i'll come to you,my lad;
O whistle,and i'll come to you,my lad;
Though father and mither should baith gae mad,
O whistle,and i'll come to you,my lad.

But warily tent,when ye come to court me.
And come na unless the back-yett be a-gee;
Synce up the back-stile,and let naebody see,
And come as ye were na comin' to me.
O whistle etc.

At kirk,or at market,whene'er ye meet me,
Gang by me as though that ye cared nae a flie,
But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black eye,
Yet look as ye were na lookin' at me.
o' whistle and etc.

Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee;
But court na anither,though jokin' you may be,
For fear that she wile your fancey frae me.
O whistle and etc.

Theres nane thats blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay,man,
Fa,la,la,etc.

Heres a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair man?
What his share may be o' care ,man?

The catch the moment as they fly,
And use them as ye ought,man;
Believe me,happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought man.

Castles in the Sky

The bonnie,bonnie bairn,wha sits poking in the ase,
Glowering in the fire wi' his wee round face,
Laughung at the fuffin' lowe,what sees he there?
Ha! the young dreamers biggin' castles in the air.
His wee chubby face,and his touzie curly pow,
Are laughing and nodding to the dancing lowe.
He'll brown his rosy cheeks,and sing his sunny hair,
Glowering at the imps wi' their castles in the air.

He sees muckle castles towering to the moon!
He sees little sodgers pu'ing them a down!
Worlds wombling up and doun,bleezing wi' a flare,
See how he loups!as they glimmer in the air,
For a' sae sage he looks,what can the laddie ken?
He's thinking upon naething,like many mighty men,
A wee thing mak's us thing, a sma' thing mak's us stare,
There are mair folk than him biggin' castles in the air.

Sic a night in winter may weel mak him cauld:
His chin upon his buffy hand will soon mak him auld,
His brow brent sae braid, o pray that daddy care,
Would let the wean glare wi' his castles in the air!
He'll glowre at the fire!and he'll keek at the light!
But many sparkling stars are swallow'd up by night,
Aulder men than his are glamour'd by a glare,
Hearts are broken,heads are turn'd wi castles in the air.