CONTENTS
IN SCOTS
JOCK, TO THE FIRST ARMY
THE TWA WEELUMS
THE FIELD BY THE LIRK O' THE HILL
MONTROSE
THE ROAD TO MARYKIRK
KIRSTY'S OPINION
THE BRIG
THE KIRK BESIDE THE SANDS
GLORY
THE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
A CHANGE O' DEILS
REJECTED
THE LAST O' THE TINKLER
IN ENGLISH
FRINGFORD BROOK
PRISON
PRESAGE
THE BIRD IN THE VALLEY
BACK TO THE LAND
THE SCARLET LILIES
FROSTBOUND
ARMED
"THE HAPPY WARRIOR"
UNITY
IN SCOTS
JOCK, TO THE FIRST ARMY
O Rab an' Dave an' rantin' Jim,
The geans were turnin' reid
When Scotland saw yer line grow dim,
Wi' the pipers at its heid;
Noo, i' yon warld we dinna ken,
Like strangers ye maun gang--
_"We've sic a wale[1] o' Angus men_
_That we canna weary lang."_
An' little Wat--my brither Wat--
Man, are ye aye the same?
Or is yon sma' white hoose forgot
Doon by the strath at hame?
An' div' ye mind foo aft we trod
The Isla's banks before?--
--"_My place is wi' the Hosts o' God,_
_But I mind me o' Strathmore._"
It's daith comes skirling through the sky,
Below there's naucht but pain,
We canna see whaur deid men lie
For the drivin' o' the rain;
Ye a' hae passed frae fear an' doot.
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