Maxioms by Robert Burns
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang
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Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a' kennin' wrang
To step aside is human.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
