Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
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.
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!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
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.
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.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert read more
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert were a paradise
If thou wert there, if thou were there.
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.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
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!
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
