Carolina Oliphant

(1766-1845 / Scotland)

Carolina Oliphant Poems

1. Dunottar Castle 9/15/2010
2. Fareweel, Edinburgh 9/15/2010
3. Fareweel, O Fareweel 9/15/2010
4. Fell He On The Field Of Fame 9/15/2010
5. Gathering Song 9/15/2010
6. Gude Nicht, And Joy Be Wi' Ye A' 9/15/2010
7. Her Home She Is Leaving 9/15/2010
8. Here's To Them That Are Gane 9/15/2010
9. He's Lifeless Amang The Rude Billows 9/15/2010
10. He's Owre The Hills That I Lo'E Weel 9/15/2010
11. Hey The Rantin' Murray's Ha' 9/15/2010
12. Huntingtower 9/15/2010
13. Jamie The Laird 9/15/2010
14. Jeanie Deans 9/15/2010
15. John Tod 9/15/2010
16. Joy Of My Earliest Days 9/15/2010
17. Kind Robin Lo'Es Me 9/15/2010
18. Lament Of The Covenanter's Widow 9/15/2010
19. Lay Bye Yere Bawbee 9/15/2010
20. My Ain Kind Dearie, O 9/15/2010
21. My Bonnie Hieland Laddie 9/15/2010
22. O Mountain Wild 9/15/2010
23. O Stately Stood The Baron's Ha' 9/15/2010
24. O, Weel's Me On My Ain Man 9/15/2010
25. O, Wha Is This Comin'? 9/15/2010
26. Rest Is Not Here 9/15/2010
27. Saw Ye Nae My Peggy? 9/15/2010
28. Saw Ye Ne'Er A Lanely Lassie? 9/15/2010
29. Songs Of My Native Land 9/15/2010
30. Tammy 9/15/2010
31. The Attainted Scottish Nobles 9/15/2010
32. The Auld House 9/15/2010
33. The Banks Of The Earn 9/15/2010
34. The Bonniest Lass In A' The Warld 9/15/2010
35. The Convict's Farewell 9/15/2010
36. The County Meeting 9/15/2010
37. A Heavenly Muse 9/15/2010
38. Adieu To Strathearn 9/15/2010
39. Ah, Little Did My Mother Think 9/15/2010
40. Bess Is Young, And Bess Is Fair 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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Cairney Burn

Air - 'The Bog o' Gight.'


Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,
Thou makest many a winding turn;
How sweet thy murmurings to hear,
Like plaintive music to mine ear!
Tho' things sair changed we mourn to see,
Yet, burnie, there's nae change in thee,

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