Explore "Songs of Angus: JEEMSIE MILLER" by Violet Jacob on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
There's some that mak' themsels a name / Wi' preachin', business, or a game, / There's some wi' drink hae gotten fame / And some wi' siller: / I kent a man got glory cheap, / For nane frae him their een could keep, / Losh! he was shapit like a neep, / Was Jeemsie Miller!
When he gaed drivin' doon the street / Wi' cairt an' sheltie, a' complete, / The plankie whaur he had his seat / Was bent near double; / And gin yon wood had na been strang / It hadna held oor Jeemsie lang, / He had been landit wi' a bang, / And there'd been trouble.