Hew Ainslie Poems
- Let's Drink To Our Next Meetin... Let's drink to our next ...
- The Hint O' Hairst It's dowie in the hint o' hairst, At the ...
- The Hoosier We lads that live up in the nobs, Tho' our ...
- The Daft Days The midnight hour is clinking, lads, An' the ...
- Willie And Helen 'WHAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love, ...
Hew Ainslie was a Scottish poet.
He was born in the parish of Dailly, in Ayrshire, 5 April 1792. After a fair education, he became in turn a clerk in Glasgow, a landscape gardener in his native district, and a clerk in the Register House, Edinburgh. For a short time he was amanuensis to Dugald Stewart. In 1822, being then ten years married to his cousin, Ainslie ... more »
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Let's Drink To Our Next Meeting
Let's drink to our next meeting, lads,
Nor think on what's atwixt;
They're fools wha spoil the present hour
By thinking on the next.
Then here's to Meg o' Morningside,
An Kate o' Kittlemark;
The taen she drank her hose and shoon,
The tither pawned her sark.
A load o' wealth, an' wardly pelf,
They say is sair to bear;
Sae he's a gowk would scrape an' howk
To make his burden mair
Gif Care looks black the morn, lads,
As he's come doon the lum,
Let's ease our hearts by swearing, lads,
We never bade him ...