Maxioms by Robert Burns
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
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.
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.
