Says Tweed to Till-
'What gars ye rin sae still?'
Says Till to Tweed-
'Though ye rin with speed
And I rin slaw,
For ae man that ye droon
I droon twa.'

(C) Anonymous
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Anonymous

• An Epicure, Dining At Crewe
• Little By Little
• There Was A Young Fellow Named Hall
• The Wakening
• There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind
• There Was An Old Man Of Darjeeling
• There Once Was A Man From Kildare
• It Takes Courage
• The Ant And The Cricket
• Madrigal
• Go Tell It On The Mountain
• The Time When I First Fell In Love
• Jolly Old St. Nicholas
• Sighs
• Fair Helen
• Sir Patrick Spens: 02 - The Return
• A Tutor Who Tooted The Flute
• The Seven Virgins
• Cuckoo Song