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Up in the Air

by Allan Ramsay

0.7049 − 0.6564i

Drawing the boundary…

If I can stop one heart from breaking

by Emily Dickinson

0.6268 − 0.6429i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Up in the Air

by Allan Ramsay

Now the sun’s gane out o’ sight,
Beet the ingle, an’ snuff the light;
In glens the fairies skip an’ dance,
An’ witches wallop o’er to France.

Up in the air
On my bonny grey mare;
An’ I see her yet, an’ I see her yet.
Up in the air
On my bonny grey mare.

The wind’s drifting hail an’ snaw
O’er frozen hags like a foot ba’;
Nae starns keek thro’ the azure slit,
It’s cauld an’ mirk as ony pit.

The man i’ the moon
Is carousing aboon,
D’ye see, d’ye see, d’ye see him yet.
The man i’ the moon
Is carousing aboon.

Tak your glass to clear your een,
It’s the elixir hales the spleen,
Baith wit an’ mirth it will inspire,
An’ gently puffs the lover’s fire.

Up in the air,
It drives away care;
Hae wi’ ye, hae wi’ ye, an’ hae wi’ ye lads, yet.
Up in the air,
It drives away care.

Steek the doors, keep out the frost;
Come, Willie, gie’s about your toast;
Till’t lads, an’ lilt it out,
An’ let us hae a blythesome bout.

Up wi’t there, there,
Dinna cheat, but drink fair,
Huzza, huzza, an’ huzza, lads, yet.
Up wi’t there, there,
Dinna cheat, but drink fair.

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