James Ballantine

  • Muckle-Mou’d Meg

    “oh, wha hae ye brought us hame now, my brave lord,
              Strappit naught ower his braid saddle-bow?
    Some bauld Border reiver to feast at our board
              An’ herry our pantry, I trow.
    He ’s buirdly an’ stalwart in lith an’ in limb:
              Gin ye...

  • “Ilka blade o’ grass keps its ain drap o’ dew”

    Confide ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
    And bear ye a’ life’s changes, wi’ a calm and tranquil mind,
    Though pressed and hemmed on every side, ha’e faith and ye ’ll win through,
    For ilka blade o’ grass keps its ain drap o’ dew.

    Gin reft frae friends...