WILLIE an' I cam doun by Blair And in by Tullibardine, The Rye were at the waterside, An' bee-skeps in the garden. I saw the reek of a private still -- Says I, "Gud Lord, I thank ye!" As Willie and I cam in by Blair And out by Killiekrankie. Ye hinny bees, ye smuggler lads, Thou, Muse, the bard's protector, I never kent what Rye was for Till I had drunk the nectar! And shall I never drink it mair? Gud troth, I beg your pardon! The neiest time I come doun by Blair And in by Tullibardine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE ORPHAN'S COMPLAINT by ANNABEL HANNA BANES |