Wocky Jivvy: Poetry and Art "When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
from Rudyard Kipling's The Conundrum of the Workshops

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* Poetry: Poems of Acclaim

Comin thro' the Rye

Chorus
O, Jenny `s a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' thro' the rye!

I
Comin thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin thro' the rye!

II
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

III
Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the glen,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warld ken?

Chorus
O, Jenny `s a' weet, poor body,
Jenny's seldom dry;
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' thro' the rye!

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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