The LORD @3is@1 my herd, nae want sal fa' me: 2 He louts me to lie amang green howes; he airts me atowre by the lown watirs: 3 He waukens my wa'-gaen saul; he weises me roun, for his ain name's sake, intil right roddins. 4 Na! tho' I gang thro' the dead-mirk-dail; @3e'en thar@1, sal I dread nae skaithin: for yersel @3are@1 nar-by me; yer stok an' yer stay haud me baith fu' cheerie. 5 My buird ye hae hansell'd in face o' my faes; ye hae drookit my heid wi' oyle; my bicker is @3fu' an'@1 skailin. 6 E'en sae sal gude guidin an' gude-gree gang wi' me, ilk day o' my livin; an' ever syne i' the LORD'S ain howff, @3at lang last@1, sal I mak bydan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TWO KINDS OF RICHES by WILLIAM BLAKE |