Robert Burns

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
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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!

And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.

And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.

I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
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I waive the quantum o' the sin,
The hazard of concealing:
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling!

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

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!