Maxioms by Robert Burns
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
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Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
In scented bowers!
Ye roses on your thorny tree
The first o' flow'rs.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
