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THE AULD FOLKS, by ANDREW PARK First Line: The auld folks sit by the fire Last Line: An' whiles they drap a tear! Subject(s): Home | ||||||||
THE auld folks sit by the fire, When the winter nichts are chill; The auld wife she plies her wire, The auld man he quaffs his yill. An' meikle an' lang they speak O' their youthful days gane by, When the rose it was on the cheek, An' the pearl was on the eye! They talk o' their bairnies' bairns, They talk o' the brave and free, They talk o' their mountain cairns, An' they talk o' the rolling sea -- An' meikle lang they speak O' their youthful days gane by, When the rose it was on the cheek, An' the pearl it was on the eye. They talk o' their friends lang gane, An' the tear draps blin' their e'e; They talk o' the cauld kirk stane Where sune they baith maun be. Yet each has had their half O' the joys o' this fitful sphere, So, whiles the auld folk laugh, An' whiles they drap a tear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST |
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