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THE DEIL
Beside the birks I met the Deil,
A wheen o’ words I niffered wi’ him
And, clear and lang, the wuds amang
The merle sang whaur ye couldna see him ;
The pale spring licht was late when he
Was whustling tae the Deil and me.
I didna think it was himsel’,
I thocht he had been auld an’ crookit,
Sae thrawn an’ grim in ilka limb
Ye’d ken him by the way he lookit;
Wha’d think the Deil wad linger on
Tae listen till a bird like yon ?
They tell’t me that the Deil was black
And blacker nor the corbie’s feather,
But, loopin’ doon, a-lowe wi’ noon,
Nae bum broun frae the peat an’ heather,
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Beside the birks I met the Deil,
A wheen o’ words I niffered wi’ him
And, clear and lang, the wuds amang
The merle sang whaur ye couldna see him ;
The pale spring licht was late when he
Was whustling tae the Deil and me.
I didna think it was himsel’,
I thocht he had been auld an’ crookit,
Sae thrawn an’ grim in ilka limb
Ye’d ken him by the way he lookit;
Wha’d think the Deil wad linger on
Tae listen till a bird like yon ?
They tell’t me that the Deil was black
And blacker nor the corbie’s feather,
But, loopin’ doon, a-lowe wi’ noon,
Nae bum broun frae the peat an’ heather,
!9
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Works by selected Scottish authors > Violet Jacob > Northern lights: and other poems > (31) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/129094199 |
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Description | A selection of classic out-of-copyright Scottish poetry, prose and children’s stories from the late 19th and early 20th centuries. |
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