Poem by Anonymous

Limerick. “A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs…”

A wandering tribe, called the Siouxs, 
Wear moccasins, having no shiouxs.
	They are made of buckskin,
	With the fleshy side in, 
Embroidered with beads of bright hyiouxs. 

1. Inscription on a Gravestone in the Churchyard of Melrose Abbey
2. The Old Scottish Gentleman
3. Barthram’s Dirge
4. Kate Kearney
5. Loch Ina

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