Robert Burns

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley. - "To A Mouse".

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley. - "To A Mouse".

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.