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Scottish Poetry
The poem below is by Robin Laing.

Smokey the Cat

Smokey the cat came from nowhere;
Just whisped in under some door;
Sniffed quietly around
And knew that she'd found
The best place to stay in Bowmore.

She'd a...
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The Fairy Dance

The poem below is by Carolina Eliza Scott (1777-1853), better known by her married name of Mrs G. G. Richardson. She was born at Forge in the parish of Canonbie near Langholm in Dum...
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This song, "The Collier Laddie", is believed to be one of the oldest songs in Fife.

The Collier Laddie

I've travelled east and I've travelled west,
And I hae been tae Kirkcaldy;
But the bonniest lass tha...
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Can ye nae feel it in yer blood...

THE RAIDERS by Will H. Ogilvie

Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of reckless men
And struck a ma...
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The Ragman - David Reilly

1. He gave you fair warning whenever he came

though the tune he played was never the same

in a neighbouring street a bugler played

and it wasn’t the lifeboys or boys brigade

all ...
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From Best Scottish Poems of 2007

The Big Mistake by Jim Carruth

The Big Mistake

the shepherd on the train told me

is to clip hill milking ewes too soon

I put my ...
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by Scott Martin

The year was 1941, my father told me,
And by moonlight, as he ploughed the field,
Plough and harness a dull grey silver
The dark clouds parted, and revealed
Nazi bombers, bound for...
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The Piper by Robert Louis Stevenson
AGAIN I hear you piping, for I know the tune so well, -
You rouse the heart to wander and be free,
Tho' where you learned your music, not the God of song can tell,
For ...
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Fareweel, ye bughts by James Thomson

1. Fareweel, ye bughts, an' all your ewes,
An' fields whare bloomin' heather grows;
Nae mair the sportin' lambs I'll see
Since my true love's forsaken me.

Nae ma...
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Come ferry me o'er to Charlie By John Milne

Come ferry me o'er, come ferry me o'er
Come ferry me o'er to Charlie;
I'll gie John Ross anither bawbee
To ferry me o'er to Charlie.

Though Cumberland is marchi...
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