Maxioms by Robert Burns
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant read more
At length his lonely cot appears in view,
Beneath the shelter of an aged tree;
Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro'
To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious.
