Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he read more
And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he can
Will whyles do mair.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley. - "To A Mouse".
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley. - "To A Mouse".
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser.
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser.
There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou' o' brandy.
There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou' o' brandy.
Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
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Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
In scented bowers!
Ye roses on your thorny tree
The first o' flow'rs.
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
