WHEN chitterin' cauld the day sall daw, Loud may your bonny bugles blaw And loud your drums may beat. Hie owre the land at evenfa' Your lamps may glitter raw by raw, Along the gowsty street. I gang nae mair where ance I gaed, By Brunston, Fairmileheid, or Braid; But far frae Kirk and Tron. O still ayont the muckle sea, Still are ye dear, and dear to me, Auld Reekie, still and on! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS FORSAKEN MISTRESS by ROBERT AYTON IN THE MORNING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WHEN I HEARD AT THE CLOSE OF THE DAY by WALT WHITMAN THE CLOAK, THE BOAT, AND THE SHOES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |