My worthy freen', an' social sowl, As ever sat before a bowl, Wi' you I'd sit an' never growl, Till the sun blinks through in the mornin'! Your blythesome face I like to see, Ye're aye sae fu' o' social glee, It's I could sit an' crack wi' thee Till the wee sma' hours o' the mornin'! Nae cankert wife oor peace annoys, Nae argument oor mirth destroys, True freen'ship sweetens a' oor joys, An' mak's us blythe till the mornin'! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE FIRESIDE by ROBERT BROWNING JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 21 by OMAR KHAYYAM AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MORGUE: 1. LITTLE ASTER by GOTTFRIED BENN SONG by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |