Robert Tannahill

“ To our dear native scenes
⁠Let us journey together,
Where glad Innocence reigns,
⁠'Mang the brace o' Balquhither.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ An’ naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw:
The trees are a’ bare, an’ the birds mute an’ dowie,
They shake the cald drift frae their wings as they flee,
An’ chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,
’Tis winter wi’ them, an’ ’tis winter wi’ me. ”

“ Still the weary moments counting,
Far frae Love and thee, laddie.
O’er the gory fields of war,
When Vengeance drives his crimson car,
Thou’lt maybe fa’ frae me afar,
And nane to close thy e’e, laddie. ”