Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIT DOON BY ME, MY CANTY FREEND, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Within we're roarin' wet! Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Transcience | ||||||||
Sit doon by me, my canty freend, Sit doon, an' snuff the licht! A boll o' bear 's in ilka glass Ye'se drink wi' me the nicht! Chorus Let preachers prate o' soberness An' brand us ripe for doom, Yet still we'll lo'e the brimmin' glass, And still we'll hate the toom. There's fire an' life in ilka glass, There's blythesomness an' cheer, There's thirst an' what'll slocken it, There's love and laughter here. O mirk an' black the lee lang gate That we maun gang the nicht, But aye we'll pass the brimmin' glass An' aye we'll snuff the licht. We'll draw the closer roond the fire And aye the closer get. Without, the ways may thaw or freeze, Within we're roarin' wet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOODNESS by ANDREA HOLLANDER BUDY TO TELL THE BEAUTY WOULD DECREASE by EMILY DICKINSON SPEED THE PARTING - by ELINOR WYLIE YOUTH IS SWEET AND WELL by LORENZO DE' MEDICI THE BLOOM HATH FLED THY CHEEK, MARY by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL I AM TIRED OF ALL THE YEARS CAN GIVE by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SWIFTLY THE DAYS FLY PAST by GIUSEPPE PARINI O NOW, ALTHOUGH THE YEAR BE DONE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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