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The Home Book of Verse Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Home Book of Verse novel. A total of 413 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS
The Home Book of Verse.
Vol. 1.
by Various.
Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson.
PART IPOEMS OF YOUTH AND AGE
THE HUMAN SEASONS
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his l.u.s.ty Spring, when fancy clear
- 1 The Home Book of Verse. Vol. 1. by Various. Editor: Burton Egbert Stevenson. PART IPOEMS OF YOUTH AND AGE THE HUMAN SEASONS Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his l.u.s.ty Spring, when fancy clear
- 2 The earth is full of lovely things, And if at first you miss your wings, You'll soon forget them; And others, of a rarer kind Will grow upon your tender mind-- If you will let them-- Until you find that your exchange Of Heaven for earth expands your
- 3 WEIGHING THE BABY "How many pounds does the baby weigh-- Baby who came but a month ago?How many pounds from the crowning curl To the rosy point of the restless toe?"Grandfather ties the 'kerchief knot, Tenderly guides the swinging weight, A
- 4 We still maun luve the Giver mair, An' see Him in the given; An' sae she'll lead us up to Him, Our babie straight frae Heaven.Jeremiah Eames Rankin [1828-1904]LITTLE HANDS Soft little hands that stray and clutch, Like fern fronds curl and u
- 5 Who can predict the future, Kate-- Your fondest aspiration!Who knows the solemn laws of fate, That govern all creation?Who knows what lot awaits your boy-- Of happiness or sorrow?Sufficient for to-day is joy, Leave tears, Sweet, for to-morrow!Joseph Ashby
- 6 The gates of heaven were left ajar: With folded hands and dreamy eyes, Wandering out of Paradise, She saw this planet, like a star, Hung in the glistening depths of even-- Its bridges, running to and fro, O'er which the white-winged Angels go, Bearin
- 7 There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny Sprig Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head, head, head.There was an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon
- 8 Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither shall I wander, Up stairs, down stairs, And in my lady's chamber.There I met an old man Who would not say his prayers; I took him by his left leg And threw him down the stairs.Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Y
- 9 LITTLE BO-PEEP Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamed she heard them bleating; But when she aw
- 10 When I was a bachelor I lived by myself; And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I was forced to go to London To buy me a wife.The streets were so bad, And the lanes were so narrow, I was forc
- 11 When will you pay me?Say the bells at Old Bailey.When I grow rich, Say the bells at Sh.o.r.editch.Pray, when will that be?Say the bells of Stepney. I am sure I don't know, Says the great bell at Bow.THE OWL, THE EEL AND THE WARMING-PAN The owl and th
- 12 This is the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden Tha
- 13 BABY-LAND "Which is the way to Baby-land?""Any one can tell; Up one flight, To your right; Please to ring the bell.""What can you see in Baby-land?""Little folks in white-- Downy heads, Cradle-beds, Faces pure and bright
- 14 One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids a-kissing; Seventeen,
- 15 (TOBACCO.) Flour of England, fruit of Spain, Met together in a shower of rain; Put in a bag tied round with a string, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.(A plum-pudding.) In marble walls as white as milk, Lined with a skin as so
- 16 See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck; See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you will have all day.Cut your nails on Monday, cut them for news; Cut them on Tuesday, a pair of new shoes; Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for health; C
- 17 See him in the corners hidin' frae the licht, See him at the window gloomin' at the nicht; Turn up the gas licht, close the shutters a', An' Auld Daddy Darkness will flee far awa'.Awa' to hide the birdie within its cosy nest,
- 18 Sleep, baby, sleep! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry?Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby.My pretty lamb, forbear to weep; Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep.Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear?What
- 19 Hus.h.!.+ my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed!Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are
- 20 Lullaby! O lullaby!Baby, hush that little cry!Light is dying, Bats are flying, Bees to-day with work have done; So, till comes the morrow's sun, Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry!Lullaby! O lullaby.Lullaby! O lullaby! Hushed are all things far and
- 21 Unwritten history!Unfathomed mystery!Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, And chuckles and crows, and nods and winks, As if his head were as full of kinks And curious riddles as any sphinx!Warped by colic, and wet by tears, Punctured by pins, and
- 22 Little fingers that feel For their home on my breast, Little lips that appeal For their nurture, their rest!Why, why dost thou weep, dear?Nay, stifle thy cries, Till the dew of thy sleep, dear, Lies soft on thine eyes.Alfred Austin [1835-1913]KENTUCKY BAB
- 23 Dump, dump, awa' she gangs Back the road she cam', I hear her at the ither door, Speirin' after Tam; He's a crabbit, greetin' thing-- The warst in a' the toon, Little like my ain wee wean-- Losh, he's sleepin' soun&
- 24 Come when you're called, Do what you're bid, Close the door after you, Never be chid.Seldom "can't,"Seldom "don't;"Never "shan't,"Never "won't." LITTLE FRED When little Fred Was called
- 25 I like little p.u.s.s.y, her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm.So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, But p.u.s.s.y and I very gently will play.She shall sit by my side, and I'll give her some food;
- 26 Isaac Watts [1674-1748]THE VIOLET Down in a green and shady bed A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.And yet it was a lovely flower, Its colors bright and fair; It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of h
- 27 Matilda, smarting with the pain, And tingling still, and sore, Made many a promise to refrain From meddling evermore.And 'tis a fact, as I have heard, She ever since has kept her word.Ann Taylor [1782-1866]CONTENTED JOHN One honest John Tomkins, a he
- 28 But the best is probably "Grinn & Barrett."Walter G. Doty [1876- A LITTLE PAGE'S SONG (13th Century) G.o.d's lark at morning I would be!I'd set my heart within a tree Close to His bed and sing to Him Right merrily A sunrise hymn.
- 29 THE ANT AND THE CRICKET A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain, when he found that at home His cupboard was empty and winter was come.Not a crumb to be found On the snow-covered
- 30 I won't have any soup to-day."The third day comes; O what a sin!To make himself so pale and thin.Yet, when the soup is put on table, He screams, as loud as he is able,-- "Not any soup for me, I say: O take the nasty soup away!I won't h
- 31 "Pipe a song about a lamb!"So I piped with merry cheer."Piper, pipe that song again;"So I piped: he wept to hear."Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe; Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy
- 32 They don't know much about the moss And all the stones they pa.s.s: They never lie and play among The forests in the gra.s.s: They walk about a long way off; And, when we're at the sea, Let father stoop as best he can He can't find things l
- 33 Slowly she grew--till she filled the night, And shone On her throne In the sky alone, A matchless, wonderful silvery light, Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night.Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I!With my breath, Good faith!I blew her t
- 34 William Allingham [1824-1889]IN THE GARDEN I spied beside the garden bed A tiny la.s.s of ours, Who stopped and bent her sunny head Above the red June flowers.Pus.h.i.+ng the leaves and thorns apart, She singled out a rose, And in its inmost crimson heart
- 35 "Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf, "Let us a little longer stay; Dear Father Tree, behold our grief!'Tis such a very pleasant day, We do not want to go away."So, just for one more merry day To the great Tree the leaflets clung
- 36 Emma Huntington Nason [1845-1921]THE SINGING-LESSON A nightingale made a mistake; She sang a few notes out of tune; Her heart was ready to break, And she hid away from the moon.She wrung her claws, poor thing!But was far too proud to weep; She tucked her
- 37 And here are little boats, and there Big s.h.i.+ps with sails spread to the breeze; And yonder, palm trees waving fair On islands set in silver seas.And b.u.t.terflies with gauzy wings; And herds of cows and flocks of sheep; And fruit and flowers and all
- 38 Little Prince Tatters has LOST HIS BALL!Rolled away down the street!Somebody'll have to find it, that's all, Before he can sleep or eat.Now raise the neighborhood, quickly, do!And send for the crier and constable too! "Trifles are trifles;
- 39 At evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything.Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back.T
- 40 THE BUILDING OF THE NEST They'll come again to the apple tree-- Robin and all the rest-- When the orchard branches are fair to see, In the snow of the blossoms dressed; And the prettiest thing in the world will be The building of the nest.Weaving it
- 41 The Raggedy Man--one time when he Was makin' a little bow-n'-orry fer me, Says, "When you're big like your Pa is, Air you go' to keep a fine store like his-- An' be a rich merchunt--an' wear fine clothes?-- Er what air y
- 42 SEEIN' THINGS I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!I'm pretty brave, I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed, For, when I'm tucked up war
- 43 "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly."There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest a while, I'll
- 44 Then followed him the Lark, For he could sweetly sing, And he was to be clerk At c.o.c.k Robin's wedding.He sang of Robin's love For little Jenny Wren; And when he came unto the end, Then he began again.Then came the bride and bridegroom; Quite
- 45 The summer and autumn had been so wet, That in winter the corn was growing yet: 'Twas a piteous sight to see, all around, The grain lie rotting on the ground.Every day the starving poor Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door; For he had a plentiful
- 46 XIII The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood As if they were changed into blocks of wood, Unable to move a step, or cry To the children merrily skipping by,-- And could only follow with the eye That joyous crowd at the Piper's back.But how the Mayo
- 47 Phillips Brooks [1835-1893]A CHRISTMAS HYMN Old Style: 1837 It was the calm and silent night!Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was Queen of land and sea.No sound was heard of clas.h.i.+ng wars; Peace brooded o&
- 48 The Ox is host in Judah stall And Host of more than onelie one, For close she gathereth withal Our Lorde her littel Sonne.Glad Hinde and King Their Gyfte may bring, But wo'd to-night my Teares were there, Amen, Amen: Between her Bosom and His hayre!L
- 49 In a place no chart nor s.h.i.+p can show Under the sky's dome.This world is wild as an old wives' tale, And strange the plain things are, The earth is enough and the air is enough For our wonder and our war; But our rest is as far as the fire-d
- 50 And the mother wondered and bowed her head, And sat as still as a statue of stone; Her heart was troubled yet comforted, Remembering what the Angel had said Of an endless reign and of David's throne.Then the Kings rode out of the city gate, With a cl
- 51 With the last year's brand Light the new block, and For good success in his spending, On your psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-tending.Drink now the strong beer, Cut the white loaf here, The while the meat is a-shredding; F
- 52 THE FAIRY BOOK In summer, when the gra.s.s is thick, if mother has the time, She shows me with her pencil how a poet makes a rhyme, And often she is sweet enough to choose a leafy nook, Where I cuddle up so closely when she reads the Fairybook.In winter,
- 53 Thomas Haynes Bayly [1797-1839]FAIRY SONG From "Amyntas"We the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moons.h.i.+ne mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much
- 54 "And what were the words, my Mary, That you did hear them say?""I'll tell you all, my mother, But let me have my way."Some of them played with the water, And rolled it down the hill; 'And this,' they said, 'shall sp
- 55 A tell-tale in their company They never could endure; And whoso kept not secretly Their mirth, was punished sure; It was a just and Christian deed To pinch such black and blue: Oh, how the Commonwealth doth need Such justices as you!Richard Corbet [1582-1
- 56 The satyrs gasped and looked and smiled, And wagged their heads from side to side, Except their s.h.a.ggy little child, Who cried and cried.Herbert S. Gorman [1893- THE CHILDREN THE CHILDREN When the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the
- 57 Give me a cheek that's like the peach, Two arms to clasp me from the cold; And all my heaven's within my reach, Just four years old.Dear G.o.d, You give me from Your skies A little paradise to hold, As Mary once her Paradise, Just four years old
- 58 Little Bell sat down beneath the rocks-- Tossed aside her gleaming golden locks-- "Bonny bird," quoth she, "Sing me your best song before I go.""Here's the very finest song I know, Little Bell," said he.And the blackbird
- 59 "Sylvia, hus.h.!.+" I said, "come here, Come see a fairy-tale, my dear!Tales told are good, tales seen are best!"The dove was brooding on the nest In the lowest crotch of the apple tree.I lifted her up so quietly, That when she could h
- 60 It seems a satire on myself,-- These dreamy nothings scrawled in air, This thought, this work! Oh tricksy elf, Wouldst drive thy father to despair?Despair! Ah, no; the heart, the mind Persists in hoping,--schemes and strives That there may linger with our
- 61 Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters, Were summoned by her high command To show their pa.s.sions by their letters.My pen amongst the rest I took, Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read, Should dart t
- 62 Truer than work of sculptor's art Comes this dear maid of long ago, Sheltered from woeful chance, to show A spirit's lovely counterpart, And bid mistrustful men be sure That form shall fate of flesh escape, And, quit of earth's corruptions,
- 63 "True," say the children, "it may happen That we die before our time: Little Alice died last year--her grave is shapen Like a s...o...b..ll, in the rime.We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay
- 64 DUTY So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is G.o.d to man, When Duty whispers low, "Thou must,"The youth replies, "I can."Ralph Waldo Emerson [1803-1882]LUCY GRAY Or Solitude Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the w
- 65 And now, unless it be That sweet amends thrice told are come to thee, O G.o.d, have Thou no mercy upon me!Poor Child!Coventry Patmore [1823-1896]THE TOYS My little Son, who looked from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my
- 66 I'd a dream to-night As I fell asleep, O! the touching sight Makes me still to weep: Of my little lad, Gone to leave me sad, Ay, the child I had, But was not to keep.As in heaven high, I my child did seek, There in train came by Children fair and mee
- 67 DA LEETLA BOY Da spreeng ees com'; but oh, da joy Eet ees too late!He was so cold, my leetla boy, He no could wait.I no can count how manny week, How manny day, dat he ees seeck; How manny night I seet an' hold Da leetla hand dat was so cold.He
- 68 John Williamson Palmer [1825-1906]"ARE THE CHILDREN AT HOME?"Each day, when the glow of sunset Fades in the western sky, And the wee ones, tired of playing, Go tripping lightly by, I steal away from my husband, Asleep in his easy-chair, And watc
- 69 "WE ARE SEVEN"A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said: Her hair was thick with many a curl That cl.u.s.tered rou
- 70 "Ah," you explain, "she did not know-- This babe of four-- Just what it signifies to go."Do you know more?Kenton Foster Murray [18-- TIRED MOTHERS A little elbow leans upon your knee, Your tired knee that has so much to bear; A child&#
- 71 Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy voice as bird-note clear Lift and ripple over Heaven As its mortal sound is given, Swift bird-voice, so young and clear?How G.o.d will be glad of thee, Little Sister Rose-Marie!Adelaide c.r.a.psey [1878-1914]MAIDENHOOD M
- 72 'Tis Dorothee, a maid high-born, And lovely as the blus.h.i.+ng morn, Of n.o.ble Sidney's race; Oh! could you see into her mind, The beauties there locked-up outs.h.i.+ne The beauties of her face.Fair Dorothea, sent from heaven To add more wonde
- 73 When youth had flown did hope still bless Thy goings--or the cheerfulness Of innocence survive to mitigate distress?VI But from our course why turn--to tread A way with shadows overspread; Where what we gladliest would believe Is feared as what may most d
- 74 Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy hill-- O the breath of the distant surf!-- The hills look over on the South, And southward dreams the sea; And with the sea-breeze hand in hand Came inno
- 75 EMILIA Halfway up the Hemlock valley turnpike, In the bend of Silver Water's arm, Where the deer come trooping down at even, Drink the cowslip pool, and fear no harm, Dwells Emilia, Flower of the fields of Camlet Farm.Sitting sewing by the western wi
- 76 THE BREAKING The Lord G.o.d Speaks To A Youth Bend now thy body to the common weight: (But oh, that vine-clad head, those limbs of morn!Those proud young shoulders, I myself made straight!How shall ye wear the yoke that must be worn?) Look thou, my son, w
- 77 STANZAS FOR MUSIC There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloo
- 78 ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love!My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The w
- 79 The cup of joy was filled then With Fancy's sparkling wine; And all the things I willed then Seemed destined to be mine.Friends had I then in plenty, And every friend was true; Friends always are at twenty, And on to twenty-two.The men whose hair was
- 80 MAN Weighing the steadfastness and state Of some mean things which here below reside, Where birds, like watchful clocks, the noiseless date And intercourse of times divide.Where bees at night get home and hive, and flowers, Early as well as late, Rise wit
- 81 Not she with traitorous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could dangers brave, Last at the cross and earliest at the grave.Eaton Stannard Barrett [1786-1820]WOMAN There in the fane a beauteous creat
- 82 William Wordsworth [1770-1850]THE SOLITARY-HEARTED She was a queen of n.o.ble Nature's crowning, A smile of hers was like an act of grace; She had no winsome looks, no pretty frowning, Like daily beauties of the vulgar race: But if she smiled, a ligh
- 83 A HEALTH I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle s.e.x The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'Tis less of earth than heaven.Her every tone i
- 84 Fierce, like a wounded tigress, she can rend Whatever may have entered to defile.I see her in the evening by the fire, And in her eyes, illumined from the pile Of blazing logs, a motherly desire Glows like the moulded pa.s.sion of a rose; Beautiful is her
- 85 THE VOICE As I went down the hill I heard The laughter of the countryside; For, rain being past, the whole land stirred With new emotion, like a bride.I scarce had left the gra.s.sy lane, When something made me catch my breath: A woman called, and called
- 86 And when he saddest sits in homely cell, He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,-- "Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well, Curst be the souls that think her any wrong."G.o.ddess, allow this aged man his right To be your bead
- 87 YOUTH AND AGE Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding like a bee,-- Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy When I was young!When I was young?--Ah, woful When!Ah, for the change 'twixt Now and The
- 88 It may be strange--yet who would change Time's course to slower speeding, When one by one our friends have gone And left our bosoms bleeding?Heaven gives our years of fading strength Indemnifying fleetness; And those of youth, a seeming length, Propo
- 89 Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term: Thence shall I pa.s.s, approved A man, for aye removed From the developed brute; a G.o.d though in the germ.And I shall thereupon Take rest, ere I
- 90 Is it to lose the glory of the form, The l.u.s.tre of the eye?Is it for beauty to forego her wealth?--Yes, but not this alone.Is it to feel our strength-- Not our bloom only, but our strength--decay?Is it to feel each limb Grow stiffer, every function les
- 91 THE PARADOX OF TIME A Variation On Ronsard "Le temps s'en va, le temps s'en va, ma dame!Las! le temps non: mais nous nous en allons!"Time goes, you say? Ah no!Alas, Time stays, we go; Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the h
- 92 O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell?O cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell!And show me your nest with the young ones in it; I will not steal them away; I am old! you may trust me,
- 93 I pray you hear my song of a boat For it is but short:-- My boat you shall find none fairer afloat, In river or port.Long I looked out for the lad she bore, On the open desolate sea, And I think he sailed to the heavenly sh.o.r.e, For he came not back to
- 94 SOMETIMES Across the fields of yesterday He sometimes comes to me, A little lad just back from play-- The lad I used to be.And yet he smiles so wistfully Once he has crept within, I wonder if he hopes to see The man I might have been.Thomas S. Jones, Jr.
- 95 Translated by John R. Thompson from the French of Gustave Nadaud [1820-? ]CHILDHOOD Old Sorrow I shall meet again, And Joy, perchance--but never, never, Happy Childhood, shall we twain See each other's face forever!And yet I would not call thee back,
- 96 I remember the sea-fight far away, How it thundered o'er the tide!And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died.And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "
- 97 THE TRIUMPH OF FORGOTTEN THINGS There is a pity in forgotten things, Banished the heart they can no longer fill, Since restless Fancy, spreading swallow wings, Must seek new pleasures still!There is a patience, too, in things forgot; They wait--they find
- 98 Thus in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.Thomas Moore [1779-1852]"TEARS, IDLE TEARS"From "The Princess"Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears fro
- 99 Art hath naught of tone or cadence That can work with such a spell In the soul's mysterious fountains, Whence the tears of rapture well, As that melody of nature, That subdued, subduing strain Which is played upon the s.h.i.+ngles By the patter of th
- 100 And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught For auld lang syne.And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, And surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o' kindnes