Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Scotland: Vols. VIVIII. 187679. | | Lindores Abbey | The Folk at Lindores | James Stirling |
| O, WEEL may I mind on the folk at Lindores; | |
Though it s lang sin I had onie troke at Lindores; | |
For the blythe winter night | |
Flew oer us fu light, | |
Wi the sang, an the crack, an the joke at Lindores. | 5 |
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The auld wife an the lasses would spin at Lindores; | |
An the auld man to tales would begin at Lindores, | |
How in days o his youth | |
The red rebels cam south, | |
An spulzied the feck o his kin at Lindores. | 10 |
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An he d tell monie strange says and saws at Lindores; | |
How he hated the dominies tawse at Lindores, | |
How i the lang day | |
The truan he d play, | |
An set aff to herrie the craws at Lindores. | 15 |
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An he d sing monie an auld-warld rhyme at Lindores; | |
An tell o the covenant time at Lindores; | |
How Clavers, fell chiel! | |
Was in league wi the deil, | |
How a ball stottit ance aff his wame at Lindores. | 20 |
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They were kind to ilk body that came to Lindores, | |
To the puir, an the blind, an the lame at Lindores; | |
Wi handfus o meal, | |
An wi platefus o kale, | |
An the stranger was sure o a hame at Lindores. | 25 |
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But the auld mans departed this life at Lindores; | |
An a tear s in the ee o the wife at Lindores; | |
I dinna weel ken | |
Whan I ll be there again, | |
But sorrow, I m fearin, is rife at Lindores. | 30 | | |
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