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...BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HIS CAVALIER by ROBERT HERRICK THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY AUTUMN TINTS by MATHILDE BLIND MARIAN; AN OPERETTA: SONG (1) by FRANCES (MOORE) BROOKE AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |