DEAR laird, ye're comin' up the brae As lang's gude weather haulds? Ye're surely welcome to a day Amang your ain sheep-faulds. If caller air, an' caperin' lamb, An' knowes o' noddin' green, Wi' noo an' then a social dram Or twa-haund crack atween; The food wher'on your fathers fared, Agirdle scone an' cheese Ye're freely welcome to them, laird, If thae hae power to please; But if your craig maun hae its waucht O' wines I canna name,- They're no' within a shepherd's aucht: Ye'd better bide at hame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARTH-CHILD IN THE GRASS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |