Maxioms by Robert Burns
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
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John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise,
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise,
Twill make a man forget his wo;
'Twill heighten all his joy.
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
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But pleasures are like poppies spread;
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white--then melts forever.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
