Maxioms by Robert Burns
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the read more
Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
The milkwhite is the slae.
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for read more
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for weeks thegither!
