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‘O, mother, tell the laird o’t’

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Poem details

‘O, mother, tell the laird o’t’

METADATA

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‘O, mother, tell the laird o’t’

Poet(s)

Hogg, James
Pseudonym:
The Ettrick Shepherd

Credits

Metadata research and editing

DVPP Project Team

Source

Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine 23:134, 113–114, January 1828.

First line

O, mother, tell the laird o’t, Or sair-ly it will grieve me, O, That

Authorship

Pseudonymous

Print context

Quoted in prose contribution

Document status

Generated: The file was automatically generated from metadata in the project metadata database.

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Notes and attribution research

Poem is spoken by the pseudonym Shepherd as a character in the unsigned prose contribution Noctes Ambrosianæ. No. XXXV (112-36), by John Wilson (Wellesley Index) (SP). Title given in volume index. Musical score is included. (KF)

DVPP id

Numeric id of this poem in the DVPP collection: 10759

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Alison Chapman (ed.) and the DVPP team, “‘O, mother, tell the laird o’t’,” Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project, Edition 0.98.9beta, University of Victoria, 18th March 2024, https://dvpp.uvic.ca/blackwoods/1828/pom_10759_o_mother_tell_the_laird_ot.html.

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