Scottish Word: Brent.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings … Continue reading Brent.
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings … Continue reading Brent.
I dinni miss them that I used tae cairt aboot nor them that were on mha road for I wid be sure tae tyne their life. It’s cos o them that I huv no contact wi … Continue reading Tyne.
First the neb: A dirl o a stang tae mha neb richt awa wi the snell smeeky reek o a choked lum aboon a pew ilk an auld dug oot o the oxter o a lang … Continue reading Smeek.
“Weel done Cutty-sark!” Excerpt from the poem: “…But here my Muse her wing maun couer; Sic flights are far beyond her pow’r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was, and strang), … Continue reading Cutty-sark.