Maxioms by Robert Burns
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of wo.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of wo.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, read more
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
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!
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!
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.
