Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
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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.
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
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John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?
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.
Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.
Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
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What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature made you fools.
