Poems with rhymes of dine

Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there to dine.

In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine,
They have store of good venison, with old canary wine,

With small beer, good ale and wine,
Oh ye gods! how I shall dine.

The Sun, who never stops to dine,
Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line,

Will Jesus deign with me to dine?
Lord, I, with all I have, am thine!

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that?
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

Bear aff tae yer richt. . . . Aw yer jist daein' fine:
Before the nicht's feenished on haggis we'll dine."

Children ,you may dine
On the golden smell of broom
And the shade of pine;

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jury-men may dine;

Before they were again in line
And had each other in to dine.

Excellent master of forge and mine :-
I and the Brethren would like it if
He and the Brethren will come to dine

9 What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
10 Wear hoddin-gray, an' a' that;
11 Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,

ON RAINY days alone I dine
Upon a chick and pint of wine.

And we placed our basket of fruit and wine
By the runlet's rim, where we sat to dine;

Lord, I confess too, when I dine,
The pulse is thine,

And very pleased to dine,
It isn't safe to give him nuts
Unless you give him wine.

And as it was too soon to dine,
They drank some Periwinkle-wine,

Thrusts you aside, as when I dine
I serve the dishes and the wine.

O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine,
I'd order in a pipe of wine,
And ask a dozen friends to dine.