Full Online Books
Authors Authors Short Stories Short Stories Long Stories Long Stories Funny Stories Funny Stories Love Stories Love Stories Stories For Kids Stories For Kids Poems Poems Essays Essays Nonfictions Nonfictions Plays Plays Folktales Folktales Fairy Tales Fairy Tales Fables Fables Learning Kitchen Learning Kitchen
Valid XHTML 1.0 Transitional Free Classified Website Without Registration Free Classified Website Daniel Company
Twitter Twitter Add book
Full Online Book HomePoemsOwer The Hedge
Famous Authors (View All Authors)
Ower The Hedge Post by :Planning_Guy Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :2434

Click below to download : Ower The Hedge (Format : PDF)

Ower The Hedge


"Bonny lassie, rosy lassie,
Ken ye what is care?
Had ye ever a thought, lassie,
Made yer hertie sair?"

Johnnie said it, Johnnie seekin
Sicht o' Mally's face,
Keekin i' the hedge o' holly
For a thinner place.

"Na," said Mally, pawky smilin,
"Nought o' care ken I;
Gien I meet the gruesome carline,
I s' hand weel ootby!"

"Lang be licht o' hert, Mally,
As o' fut and ban'!
Lang be ready wi' sic answer
To ony speirin man!"

"Ay, the men 'll aye be speirin!
Troth, it's naething new!
There's yersel wi' queston, queston--
And there's mair like you!"

"Deed ye wadna mock me, Mally,
Wi' yer lauchin ee,
Gien ye saw the thing aye muvin
I' the hert o' me!"

"Troth, I'm no sae pryin, laddie,
Yon's no my concern!
Jist as sune I wud gang speirin
What's intil yon cairn!"

"Still and on, there's ae thing, Mally,
Yont yer help, my doo--
That's to haud my hert frae lo'in
At the hert o' you!"


Johnnie turned and left her,
Listit for the war;
In a year cam limpin
Hame wi' mony a scar.

Wha was that was sittin
On the brae, sae still?
Worn and wan and altert,
Could it be hersel?

Cled in black, her eelids
Reid wi' greitin sair--
Was she wife and widow
In a towmond bare?

Mally's hert played wallop,
Kenned him or he spak:
"Are ye no deid, Johnnie?
Is't yersel come back?"

"Are ye wife or widow?
Tell me in a breath;
Lanely life is fearsome,
Waur nor ony death!"

"Wha cud be a widow
Wife was never nane?
Noo, gien ye will hae me,
Noo I will be ane!"

Crutch awa he flang it,
Clean forgot his hairms,
Cudna stan' withoot it,
Fell in Mally's airms.

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Ower The Hedge

If you like this book please share to your friends :

Gaein And Comin Gaein And Comin

Gaein And Comin
Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaed The lift was lowerin dreary,The sun he wadna raise his heid, The win' blew laich and eerie.In's pooch he had a plack or twa-- I vow he hadna mony,Yet Andrew like a linty sang, For Lizzie was sae bonny! O Lizzie, Lizzie, bonny lassie! Bonny, saucy hizzy! What richt had ye to luik at me And drive me daft and dizzy?Whan Andrew to Strathbogie cam The sun was shinin rarely;He rade a horse that pranced and sprang-- I

Nannie Braw Nannie Braw

Nannie Braw
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie, I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, Nannie, Whan ye're no sae buskit and braw.For whan we're sittin sae douce, Nannie, Wi' the lave o' the worshippin fowk,That aneth the haly hoose, Nannie, Ye micht hear a moudiwarp howk,It _will_ come into my heid, Nannie, O' yer braws ye are thinkin a wee;No alane o' the Bible-seed, Nannie, Nor the minister nor me!Syne hame athort the green, Nannie, Ye gang wi' a toss o' yer chin;And there walks a shadow