Maxioms by 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.
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
