Maxioms by Robert Burns
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy read more
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
