Maxioms by Robert Burns
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!
An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!