Maxioms by Robert Burns
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.
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, read more
Some hae meat, and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
To liken them to your auld-warld squad,
I must needs say comparisons are odd.
