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Bird-Song

by James Edwin Campbell

0.6564 − 0.3903i

Drawing the boundary…

Saw Ye Johnny Comin

by Joanna Baillie

0.6263 − 0.4317i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Bird-Song

by James Edwin Campbell

Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to stay, to stay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it,
And smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheersen! Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen!
See all the hillsides turning green,
The sun is bright,
The sky is light,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!.

Cheereen! Cheewink! O poet,
We've come to play, to play.
Cheereen! Cheewink! You know it—
O smile as we pipe our lay.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
O list our notes, they rise, they sink
Upon the air,
So rich, so rare,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!

Cheereen! Cheewink! O toiler,
'Tis time to work, to work.
The brook tells thee, the brawler,
'Tis time to cease to shirk.
Cheereen! Cheewink! Cheereen! Cheewink!
Not of the toil but harvest think,
Bring out thy plow,
'Tis work time now,
Cheereen! Cheereen! Cheereen!

Saw Ye Johnny Comin

by Joanna Baillie

'Saw ye Johnny comin'?' quo' she,
'Saw ye Johnny comin'?
Wi' his blue bonnet on his head,
And his doggie runnin'.
Yestreen about the gloamin' time
I chanced to see him comin'
Whistling merrily the tune
That I am a' day hummin',' quo she,
'I am a' day hummin'.'

'Fee him, faither, fee him,' quo' she,
'Fee him, faither, fee him;
A' the wark about the house
Gaes wi' me whan I see him:
A' the wark about the house,
I gang sae lightly through it;
And though ye pay some merks o' geer,
Hoot! ye winna rue it,' quo' she,
'No; ye winna rue it.'

'What wad I do wi' him, hizzy?
What wad I do wi' him?
He's ne'er a sark upon his back,
And I hae nane to gie him.'
'I hae twa sarks into my kist,
And ane o' them I'll gie him;
And for a merk o' mair fee,
O, dinna stand wi' him,' quo' she,
'Dinna stand wi' him.'

'Weel do I lo'e him,' quo' she,
'Weel do I lo'e him,
The brawest lads about the place
Are a' but haverels to him.
O fee him, faither; lang I trow
We've dull and dowie been;
He'll haud the plough, thrash i' the barn,
And crack wi' me at e'en,' quo' she,
'Crack wi' me at e'en.'

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