O may, thy morn was ne'er so sweet As the mirk night o' December! For sparkling was the rosy wine, And private was the chamber: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember: And dear was she I dare na name, But I will aye remember. And here's to them that, like oursel, Can push about the jorum! And here's to them that wish us weel, May a' that's guid watch o'er 'em! And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum! And here's to them, we dare na tell, The dearest o' the quorum. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MARY'S LAMB by SARAH JOSEPHA BUELL HALE NEW YEAR'S EVE by THOMAS HARDY GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! by WALT WHITMAN |