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A song of labour, and other poems

A song of labour, and other poems

by Alexander Anderson
     
 
General Books publication date: 2009
Original publication date: 1873
Original Publisher: Printed at the Advertiser Office Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text.
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General Books publication date: 2009
Original publication date: 1873
Original Publisher: Printed at the Advertiser Office Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text.
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Excerpt: CHRISTMAS. 27 But 'tweel since ever he could crawl, an' hirstle roun' an' reran', He aye made for that chair o' his, nod-noddin' wi' his croon; An' through the ban's he'd pit his heid, then start to craw an' sing, As if he wanted me to ken he'd dune some michty thing. He had some notion o' his ain' I pit nae doot in that, Some queer dim thncht that, though a wean, he wanted to be at; But what he mean'd ty't, than or noo, 'twad tak' the seven wise men Wha flourished braid langsyne in Greece, to rise and let us ken. But aye as up the laddie grew, his heid was growin' tae, An' aye the chair ban's stood the same as ony ban's should dae; Until at last when he boo'd dae his muckle-thocht-o' trick, His heid stuck fast, an' there he'd lie, tae spurl an' greet an' kick. Gude kens what fash I've had since than, an' a' to little en', For though I free his heid for him, it winna mak' him men'; I wuss when he grows up an' tries his ain han' shift to mak', He maunna pit his heid through things that winna let it back. I ken but little o' this life, it's unco ill to learn, Yet what I hae o't gars me think the mair o' my bit bairn; For mony a muckle man I see, if I but turn aboot, Wha has his heid atween the ban's, an' canna get it oot. CHRISTMAS. WELCOME again, O Christmas! ' Ihough ye come with the winter wind, Yet thy voice still glows and brightens, And thy grasp is strong and kind. Ye have come again, and we listen To thy lusty shout and cheer; O, well may we bid you welcome, For ye bring us the glad New Year. 28...

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2940024805077
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