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...EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HOW TO GET ON IN SOCIETY by JOHN BETJEMAN |