hickerty dickerty Hogg

by Roberto Lavidez

this world

has mony

ups an’ downs

atween the

cradle an’

the grave

with glowing

feelings

kindling

bright

some filial

visions of

delight

that almost

border

upon pain

o mother

mother

make my bed

an’ make it

soft and easy

an’ with the

cold dew

bathe my

head

for pains of

anguish

seize me

list when

the blackbird o’

singing grows

weary

list when

the beetle-bee’s

bugle comes

near ye

then come

with fairy haste

light foot

an’ beating

breast

I meant to

have married

an’ tasted

the pleasures

the sweets

the enjoyments

from wedlock

that flow

she’s neither

proud nor

saucy yet

she’s neither

plump nor

gaucy yet

but just

a jinkling

bonny blinking

sing hey

hickerty

dickerty dear

the lass that

has gowd

an’ beauty

has naething

on earth

to fear

o would the

fairest of

mortal kind

aye keep the

holy truths

in mind

that kindred

spirits their

motions see

who watch

their ways

with anxious ee

oft dreamed

of beings free

from stain

of maidens

of the

emerald main

o love love

love!

love is like

a dizziness

it winna let

a poor body

gang about

his biziness of

fairy dames

in grove

at even

of angels

in the walks

of heaven

follow thee

follow thee

wha wadna

follow thee

long hast thou

loved and

trusted us

fairly

o’er the fairy

vales that lie

beneath

the glimpses

o’ the moon,

or round the

ledges of

the sky

in twilight’s

everlasting

noon

to linger by

the sainted spring

and trace

the ancient

fairy ring

where moonlight

revels long

were held in

many a lone

sequester’d field

down with

the praises

of lilies

and daisies

of posies

and roses

the like

never grew

o come

my love

the branches

link above

our bed of

blossoms new

away away

o’er mountain

en’ main

to sing at the

morning’s

rosy yet

an’ water

my mare at its

fountain clear

but I see 

her yet

I see her yet

ye lasses

lightsome

blithe an’ fair

let pure affection

win the hand

when the

little wee

bit heart

rises high

in the breast

an’ the

little wee

bit starn

rises red

in the east

the high belief

in Providence’s 

sway in the eye

of reason 

wears into 

decline and 

soon that

heavenly ray

must ever cease

to shine

but oh

when shall

that morrow be

that my true love

shall waken

when shall we

meet refined

an’ free

amid the moon

land braken

frail man

of all

the arrows

wounding thy

mortal heart

there is

but one whose

poison’d dart

is so astounding

that bear it

cure it

there can none

when many

a day

had come

and fled

when grief

grew calm

and hope

was dead

where on

the dewy wing

where art thou

journeying

thy lay

is in heaven

thy love

is on earth

here then

we pause

and need no

farther go

we have

reach’d

the sea-mark

of our

utmost sail

where goes

thou next

where wilt

thou hie thee

still there is

rubbish enough

to try thee

for all the sturt

and strife I made

for all I did

and all I said

alas! I fear

it will be lang

or I forget that

wee burd’s sang!

here’s for trouble

and here’s

for smart

and here’s

for the pang

that seeks

the heart

©robertolavidez2014