“Under an arch o’ brambleSaftly she goes,Dark broon een like velvet,Cheeks like the rose.”Helen Cruickshank In Glenskenno Woods
“The man that mates wi’ PovertyAn’ clasps her tae his banes,Will faither lean an’ lively thochts,A host o’ eident weans.”Helen Cruickshank Comfort in Puirtith
“Bide the storm ye canna hinder,Mindin’ through the strife,Hoo the luntin’ lowe o’ beautyLichts the grey o’ life.”Helen Cruickshank Sea Buckthorn
“I mind o' the Ponnage Pool,The reid brae risin',Morphie Lade,An' the saumon that louped the dam,A tree i' Martin's DenWi' names carved on it;But I ken na wha I am.”Helen Cruickshank The Ponnage Pool
