Carolina Oliphant

(1766-1845 / Scotland)

Carolina Oliphant Poems

1. The Maiden's Vow 9/15/2010
2. The Laird Of Cockpen 9/15/2010
3. The Rowan Tree 9/15/2010
4. Caller Herrin 9/15/2010
5. The Robins' Nest 9/15/2010
6. The Regalia 9/15/2010
7. Charlie's Landing 9/15/2010
8. The Fife Laird 9/15/2010
9. The Twa Doos 9/15/2010
10. What Do Ye Think O' Geordie Noo? 9/15/2010
11. Will Ye No Come Back Again? 9/15/2010
12. Down The Burn, Davie. A Fragment 9/15/2010
13. Kitty Reid's House 9/15/2010
14. Lament Of The Covenanter's Widow 9/15/2010
15. Lay Bye Yere Bawbee 9/15/2010
16. My Ain Kind Dearie, O 9/15/2010
17. My Bonnie Hieland Laddie 9/15/2010
18. O Mountain Wild 9/15/2010
19. O Stately Stood The Baron's Ha' 9/15/2010
20. O, Weel's Me On My Ain Man 9/15/2010
21. O, Wha Is This Comin'? 9/15/2010
22. Rest Is Not Here 9/15/2010
23. Saw Ye Nae My Peggy? 9/15/2010
24. Saw Ye Ne'Er A Lanely Lassie? 9/15/2010
25. Songs Of My Native Land 9/15/2010
26. Tammy 9/15/2010
27. The Attainted Scottish Nobles 9/15/2010
28. The Auld House 9/15/2010
29. The Banks Of The Earn 9/15/2010
30. The Bonniest Lass In A' The Warld 9/15/2010
31. The Convict's Farewell 9/15/2010
32. The County Meeting 9/15/2010
33. Dunottar Castle 9/15/2010
34. Fareweel, Edinburgh 9/15/2010
35. Fareweel, O Fareweel 9/15/2010
36. Fell He On The Field Of Fame 9/15/2010
37. Gathering Song 9/15/2010
38. Gude Nicht, And Joy Be Wi' Ye A' 9/15/2010
39. Her Home She Is Leaving 9/15/2010
40. Here's To Them That Are Gane 9/15/2010
Best Poem of Carolina Oliphant

The Maiden's Vow

Air - 'Comin' thro' the Rye.'


I've made a vow, I'll keep it true,
I'll never married be;
For the only ane that I think on
Will never think o' me.

Now gane to a far distant shore,
Their face nae mair I'll see;
But often will I think o' them,
That winna think o' me.

Gae owre, gae owre noo, gude Sir John,
Oh, dinna follow me;
For the only ane I ere thocht on,
Lies buried in the sea.

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Adieu To Strathearn

Air - 'Miss Carmichael.'


Strathearn, oh! how shall I quit thy sweet groves?
How bid thee a long, oh! an endless adieu?
Sad memory over such happiness roves,
As not hope's own magic can never renew.

Sweet scene of my childhood, delight of my youth!

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