Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Lindores Abbey | | The Folk at Lindores | | James Stirling |
| | | O, WEEL may I mind on the folk at Lindores; | |
| Though it ’s lang sin’ I had onie troke at Lindores; | |
| For the blythe winter night | |
| Flew o’er us fu’ light, | |
| Wi’ the sang, an’ the crack, an’ the joke at Lindores. | 5 |
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| The auld wife an’ the lasses would spin at Lindores; | |
| An’ the auld man to tales would begin at Lindores, | |
| How in days o’ his youth | |
| The red rebels cam’ south, | |
| An’ spulzied the feck o’ his kin at Lindores. | 10 |
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| An’ he ’d tell monie strange says and saws at Lindores; | |
| How he hated the dominie’s tawse at Lindores, | |
| How i’ the lang day | |
| The truan’ he ’d play, | |
| An’ set aff to herrie the craws at Lindores. | 15 |
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| An’ he ’d sing monie an auld-warld rhyme at Lindores; | |
| An’ tell o’ the covenant time at Lindores; | |
| How Clavers, fell chiel’! | |
| Was in league wi’ the deil, | |
| How a ball stottit ance aff his wame at Lindores. | 20 |
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| They were kind to ilk body that came to Lindores, | |
| To the puir, an’ the blind, an’ the lame at Lindores; | |
| Wi’ handfu’s o’ meal, | |
| An’ wi’ platefu’s o’ kale, | |
| An’ the stranger was sure o’ a hame at Lindores. | 25 |
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| But the auld man’s departed this life at Lindores; | |
| An’ a tear ’s in the e’e o’ the wife at Lindores; | |
| I dinna weel ken | |
| Whan I ’ll be there again, | |
| But sorrow, I ’m fearin’, is rife at Lindores. | 30 | | | |
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