Carolina Oliphant

(1766-1845 / Scotland)

Carolina Oliphant Poems

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