Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I've lain, Happy till I woke again.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, 'Onward!'the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye.Sir Harold Edwin Boulton
There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what na day o' what na style. I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin.Robert Burns
Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May.
Our tastesgreatly alter. The lad does not care for the child'srattle, and theoldmandoesnotcarefor theyoung man's whore.
If thou weren't more a lass than a lad, I'd fell thee this minute, I would; pitiful lath of a crater!emily brontë
Syntax, my lad. It has been restored to the highest place in the republic.john steinbeck
Come back and stand with us, lad. We will all go down together that's what makes us who we are.david gemmell
Let Cupid smile and the fiend must flee; Hey and hither, my lad.robert graves
I like the lad who, when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, "Served him right! it's not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!"john godfrey saxe
They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.john millington synge
The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road. The night was dark and stormy, But blithe of heart were they, For shining in the distance The lights of London lay. O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown; What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town!
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes! Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!william winter
A mermaid found a swimming lad Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.tori amos
Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.william shakespeare
I'm not the lad!
After the funeral, my father struggled through half a page, and it might as well have been Hottentott. 'And what dun they gi'e thee for that, lad?' 'Fifty pounds, father.' 'Fifty pounds!' He was dumbfounded, and looked at mewith shrewd eyes,asif I were a swindler.'Fifty pounds! An'tha's niver done a day's hard work in thy life.'