Scots
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry: Till a’ the seas …
The Maker to Posterity
Far ‘yont amang the years to be, When a’ we think, an’ a’ we see, An’ a’ we luve, ‘s been dung ajee [tab][tab]By time’s rouch shouther, An’ what was richt and wrang for me [tab][tab]Lies mangled throu’ther, It’s possible—it’s hardly mair— That some ane, ripin’ after lear— Some auld professor or young heir, [tab][tab]If …
Robert Louis Stevenson: Poems I
A Child’s Garden of Verses Prefatory note by Mrs R. L. Stevenson Dedication Rain Pirate Story Foreign Lands Windy Nights Travel Singing Looking Forward Where Go The Boats? Auntie’s Skirts The Land of Counterpane The Land of Nod My Shadow A Good Boy Escape at Bedtime Marching Song The Cow Happy Thought The Wind Keepsake …