Allan Cunningham
1784–1842
Poems (6)
- Hame, Hame, HameHame, hame, hame, O hame fain wad I be—
- The Poet’s Bridal-Day SongO, My love ’s like the steadfast sun,
- The Spring of the YearGone were but the winter cold,
- The Sun rises bright in FranceAnd fair sets he;
- “A wet sheet and a flowing sea”A wind that follows fast,
- “Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie”By that pretty white hand o’ thine,
