Robert Burns

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

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.

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.

A man's a man for a' that!

A man's a man for a' that!

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.