Violet Jacob White Poems

  • 1.
    O Rab an' Dave an' rantin' Jim,
    The geans were turnin' reid
    When Scotland saw yer line grow dim,
    Wi' the pipers at its heid;
    ...
  • 2.
    My love stood at the loanin' side
    An' held me by the hand,
    The bonniest lad that e'er did bide
    In a' this waefu' land -
    ...
  • 3.
    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;
    ...
  • 4.
    I mind, when I dream at nicht,
    Whaur the bonnie Sidlaws stand
    Wi' their feet on the dark'nin' land
    An their heids i' the licht;
    ...
  • 5.
    I dreamed that life and time and space were one,
    And the pure trance of dawn;
    The increase drawn
    From all the journeys of the travelling sun,
    ...
  • 6.
    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.
    ...
  • 7.
    The weary, weary days gang by,
    The weary nichts they fa',
    I mauna rest, I canna lie
    Since my ain bairn's awa'.
    ...
  • 8.
    Laddie, my lad, when ye gang at the tail o' the plough
    An' the days draw in,
    When the burnin' yellow's awa' that was aince a-lowe
    On the braes o' whin,
    ...
  • 9.
    I see her as though she were standing yet
    In her tower at the end of the town,
    When the hot sun mounts and when dusk comes down,
    With her two hands laid on the parapet;
    ...
Total 9 White 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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