With wit like glittered waters
To kiss an auld grey Scottish day
And woo her wives and daughters
A man could be a prince with that
A plowman of all pastures
From high to low they'd come and glow
Sweet lassies, words departed.
FAMILY MUSIC FOOD POEMS STORIES LINK TO COKBOKE AND OLD WEBBO
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
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