Robert Tannahill

(1774-1810 / Franklin, Illinois, USA)

Robert Tannahill Poems

1. Beat The Odds 1/2/2003
2. Vacation Truth 1/2/2003
3. If I Could Be 1/2/2003
4. Auld Watty Of Kebbuckston Brae 4/21/2010
5. Barrochan Jean 4/21/2010
6. Bonny Winsome Mary 4/21/2010
7. Coggie, Thou Heals Me 4/21/2010
8. Companion Of My Youthful Sports 4/21/2010
9. Despairing Mary 4/21/2010
10. Ellen More 4/21/2010
11. Accuse Me Not 4/21/2010
12. Adieu! Ye Cheerful Native Plains 4/21/2010
13. Ah! Sheelah, Thou'Rt My Darling 4/21/2010
14. All Hail! Ye Dear Romantic Scenes 4/21/2010
15. An Anacreontic 4/21/2010
16. From The Rude Bustling Camp 4/21/2010
17. The Baccahanalians 4/21/2010
18. The Bard Of Glen-Ullin 4/21/2010
19. Ar From The Giddy Court Of Mirth 4/21/2010
20. The Coggie 4/21/2010
21. The Defeat 4/21/2010
22. The Dirge Of Carolan 4/21/2010
23. The Lass O' Arranteenie 4/21/2010
24. The Wandering Bard 4/21/2010
25. The Negro Girl 8/11/2015
26. The Flower Of Levern Side 4/21/2010
27. The Dear Highland Laddie, O 4/21/2010
28. Fly We To Some Desert Isle 4/21/2010
29. Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie? 4/21/2010
30. The Braes O' Balquhither 4/21/2010
31. The Five Friends 4/21/2010
32. Jordan's Hug-A-Bug 1/2/2003
33. By Definition -- A Sweetheart Is -- 1/2/2003
34. Dreams 1/2/2003
35. The Irish Farmer 4/21/2010
36. The Braes O' Gleniffer 4/21/2010
37. Friendship Remembrance 1/2/2003
38. And Were Ye At Duntocher Burn 4/21/2010
39. (our Veterans) An Observation And Thought 1/2/2003

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(our Veterans) An Observation And Thought

We once were many and now we are few.
As strands of our graying heads thin and fall to the ground,
So passes the veterans, "our comrades."
Home to their appointed destiny.
Falling from our freedom's ranks to the dust of mother earth's loving embrace.
They pass with a fervent prayer that this worlds's freedoms will live on through all eternity,
Forever stay in place --May God Bless All Veterans--

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Jordan's Hug-A-Bug

I have my little hug-a bug, a friend no one can see,
And everywhere I go, it comes along with me.
Its home is in my pockets, a front one or a back,
Sometimes I can't find it, it's a needle in a haystack.
I throw it to my family but only for a loan,
And they always throw it back when I go to my home.
I love my little hug-a bug, my childhood friend "you see",
It can't live with anyone else 'cause its a part of me.

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