The Ingle-Side

It ’s rare to see the morning bleeze Like a bonfire frae the sea, It ’s fair to see the burnie kiss The lip o’ the flow’ry lea; An’ fine it is on green hillside, Where hums the bonnie bee, But rarer, fairer, finer far Is the Ingle-side for me. Glens may be gilt wi’ gowans rare, The birds may fill the tree; And haughs hae a’ the scented ware That simmer-growth can gie: But the canty hearth where cronies meet, An’ the darling o’ our e’e, That makes to us a warl’ complete: O, the Ingle-side for me!

Collection: 
English
1812
Hew Ainslie
Sub Title: 
Poems of Home: V. The Home

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