Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die.
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die.
I'll be merry and free,
I'll be sad for nae-body;
If nae-body cares for me,
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I'll be merry and free,
I'll be sad for nae-body;
If nae-body cares for me,
I'll care for nae-body.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
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My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, read more
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!
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Hear how he clears the points o' Faith
Wi' rattling an' thumpin'!
Now meekly calm, now wild read more
Hear how he clears the points o' Faith
Wi' rattling an' thumpin'!
Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampin', and he's jumpin'!
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
