#ScottishWriters
MASTER went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling. ‘Oh master, master, come you back,
FROM our youth to our age We have passed each stage In old immemorial order, From primitive days Through flowery ways
God’s own best will bide the test And God’s own worst will fall; But, best or worst or last or firs… He ordereth it all. For all is good, if understood,
PUT the saddle on the mare, For the wet winds blow; There’s winter in the air, And autumn all below. For the red leaves are flying
WHO’S that walking on the moorla… Who’s that moving on the hill? They are passing 'mid the bracken, But the shadows grow and blacken And I cannot see them clearly on…
A SPORTIN’ death! My word it w… An’ taken in a sportin’ way. Mind you, I wasn’t there to see; I only tell you what they say. They found that day at Shillingle…
WHO says the Nation’s purse is l… Who fears for claim or bond or deb… When all the glories that have bee… Are scheduled as a cash asset? If times are bleak and trade is sl…
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirs… Wanting our sleep and our food, After a day and a night —
IT was the hour of dawn, When the heart beats thin and smal… The window glimmered grey, Framed in a shadow wall. And in the cold sad light
What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free
THERE’S a keen and grim old hun… On a horse as white as snow; Sometimes he is very swift And sometimes he is slow. But he never is at fault,
THE cheese-mites asked how the ch… And warmly debated the matter; The Orthodox said that it came fr… And the Heretics said from the pl… They argued it long and they argue…
PENNARBY shaft is dark and ste… Eight foot wide, eight hundred dee… Stout the bucket and tough the cor… Strong as the arm of Winchman For… ‘Never look down!
There is a better thing, dear hear… Than youthful flush or girlish gra… There is the faith that never fail… The courage in the danger place, The duty seen, and duty done,
Master went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling. ‘Oh master, master, come you back,