Violet Jacob Voice Poems

  • 1.
    I canna' see ye, lad, I canna' see ye,
    For a' yon glory that's aboot yer heid,
    Yon licht that haps ye, an' the hosts that's wi' ye,
    Aye, but ye live, an' it's mysel' that's deid!
    ...
  • 2.
    The land is white, an' far awa'
    Abune ae bush an' tree
    Nae fit is movin' i' the snaw
    On the hills I canna see;
    ...
  • 3.
    O Logie Kirk amang the braes,
    I'm thinkin' o' the merry days
    Afore I trod thae weary ways
    That led me far frae Logie!
    ...
  • 4.
    In the prison-house of the dark
    I lay with open eyes,
    And pale beyond the pale windows
    I saw the dawn rise.
    ...
  • 5.
    As I gae'd doon by the twa mill dams i' the mornin'
    The water-hen cam' oot like a passin' wraith
    And her voice cam' through the reeds wi' a sound of warnin',
    "Faith - keep faith!"
    ...
  • 6.
    O Jean, my Jean, when the bell ca's the congregation
    Owre valley an' hill wi' the ding frae its iron mou',
    When a'body's thochts is set on his ain salvation,
    Mine's set on you.
    ...
  • 7.
    Above the darkened house the night is spread,
    The hidden valley holds
    Vapour and dew and silence in its folds,
    And waters sighing on the river-bed.
    ...
Total 7 Voice Poems by Violet Jacob

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Ron Scrimgeour: Such a talent and so often overlooked. From her poetry, to her children's books and the Indian diaries, Violet Jacob is a giant of Scottish literature. And when you consider Flemington - the Jacobite epic tale of Angus - Violet Jacob is in a class of her own. Skirlin' Wattie, the beggar piper, steals every paragraph he is featured in.

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