Maxioms by Robert Burns
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage read more
Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
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!
