I maun gang on for a’ that
Wi’ verse to verse until the hearse
Carts off me wame and a’ that.
WRITTEN FOR THE CENACLE OF 1909 VIDE INTRODUCTION TO “THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF T. E. HULME,” PUBLISHED AT THE END OF “RIPOSTES.”
VATES, THE SOCIAL REFORMER
What shall be said of him, this cock-o’-hoop?
(I’m just a trifle bored, dear God of mine,
Dear unknown God, dear chicken-pox of Heaven,
I’m bored I say), But still—my social friend—
(One has to be familiar in one’s discourse)