Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
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.
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy read more
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!
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.
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Morality, thou deadly bane,Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
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!
Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
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Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
Maun British wrangs be righted.
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
