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Poem by Isabel Pagan


Account of the Authors Lifetime


I was born near four miles from Nithhead,
Where fourteen years I got my bread;
My learning it can soon be told,
Ten weeks when I was seven years old,
With a good old religious wife,
Who lived a quiet and sober life;
Indeed she took of me more pains,
Than some does now with forty bairns.
With my attention and her skill,
I read the Bible no that ill,
An when I grew a wee thocht mair,
I read when I had time to spare,
But a the whole tract of my time,
I found myself inclined to rhyme;
When I see merry company,
I sing a song with mirth and glee,
And sometimes I the whisky pree,
But deed its best to let it be.
A my faults I will not tell,
I scarcely ken them a mysel;
Ive come through various scenes of life,
Yet never was a married wife.



Isabel Pagan


Isabel Pagan's other poems:
  1. The Crook and Plaid
  2. Ca the Yowes to the Knowes
  3. Muirkirk Light Weights
  4. On Burns and Ramsay
  5. The Putting Begins


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