Girnin'_, groaning.
_Gowk_, a cuckoo.
_Grapes_, gropes.
_Hairst_, harvest.
_Happit, happ'd_, wrapped.
_Haughs_, low-lying lands.
_Keek_, peer.
_Kep_, meet.
_Laigh_, low.
_Lane, his lane_, alone.
_Loan_, disused, overgrown road, a waste place.
_Loon_, a fellow.
_Lowe_, flame.
_Lum_, chimney.
_Mear_, mare.
_Mill-lade_, mill-race.
_Neep_, turnip.
_Poke_, pocket.
_Puddock-stules_, toadstools.
_Rodden-tree_, rowan-tree.
_Rug_, to pull.
_Sark_, shift, smock.
_Shaws_, small woods.
_Sheltie_, pony.
_Skailed_, split, dispersed.
_Smoors_, smothers.
_Sneck_, latch.
_Soom_, swim.
_Sort them_, deal with them.
_Speels_, climbs.
_Speir_, to inquire.
_Steerin'_, stirring.
_Sweir_, loth.
_Syne_, since, ago, then.
_Tawse_, a leather strap used for correcting children.
_Thole_, to endure.
_Thrawn_, twisted.
_Tint_, lost.
_Tod_, fox.
_Toom_, empty.
_Toorie_, a knob, a topknot.
_Traivel_, to go afoot; literally, to go at a foot's pace.
_Warslin'_, wrestling.
_Wauks_, wakes.
_Waur_, worse.
_Wean_, infant.
_Weepies_, rag-wort.
_Whaup_, curlew.
_Wildfire_, summer lightning.
_Writer_, attorney.
_Yett_, gate.

MORE SONGS
OF ANGUS
AND OTHERS

By
VIOLET JACOB

Published at the offices of "Country
Life," 20 Tavistock Street, Covent Garden,
London, W.C. 2, and by George Newnes, LTD.,
8-11, Southampton Street, Strand, W.C. 2.
New York: Charles Scribner's Sons
MCMXVIII

To A. H. J.

Past life, past tears, far past the grave,
The tryst is set for me,
Since, for our all, your all you gave
On the slopes of Picardy.

On Angus, in the autumn nights,
The ice-green light shall lie,
Beyond the trees the Northern Lights
Slant on the belts of sky.

But miles on miles from Scottish soil
You sleep, past war and scaith,
Your country's freedman, loosed from toil,
In honour and in faith.

For Angus held you in her spell,
Her Grampians, faint and blue,
Her ways, the speech you knew so well,
Were half the world to you.

Yet rest, my son; our souls are those
Nor time nor death can part,
And lie you proudly, folded close
To France's deathless heart.

The whole of the poems under the heading In Scots appeared
in Country Life. Of the others, one or two have appeared in
The Cornhill or The Outlook. They are all reprinted by kind
permission of the respective editors.

CONTENTS

IN SCOTS

JOCK, TO THE FIRST ARMY
THE TWA WEELUMS
THE FIELD BY THE LIRK