O'the Quotes
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The deil cam fiddlin thro'the town, And danc'd awa wi'
th' Exciseman; And ilka wife cries,
auld Mahoun, I wish you luck
o'the prize, man!
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More O'the Quotes
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o'the Puddin-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang's myarm.
Robert Burns— 1786 'To a Haggis', stanza1.
Hashenot a rogue'sface??a haunting-look tome?has a damned Tyburn-face, without the benefit o'the Clergy.
william congreve— 1695 Of Sir Sampson. Love for Love, act 2, sc.7.
Are my poems spoken in the factories and fields, In the streets o'the toon? Gin they're no', then I'm failin'to dae What I ocht to ha'dune.
Grieve— 1932 Second Hymn to Lenin.
I've taken my fun where I've found it, An'now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o'the others The less will you settle for one;
— 1896 'The Ladies'.
What the horses o' Kansas think to-day, the horses of America will think tomorrow; an' Itell you that when the horses of America rise in their might, the day o'the Oppressor is ended. 472
— 1898 The Day's Work,'A Walking Delegate'.
The laird o'Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great, His mind is ta'en up wi' things o'the State.
— 'The Laird o' Cockpen', stanza1.
I'm wearin'awa', John Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin'awa' To the land o'the leal.
— 'The Land o' the Leal', stanza1.
