In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Epistle from Esopus to Maria.
Contributed by: Zaady
It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.
Source: A' for our Rightfu' King. 17
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
Source: Ae Fond Kiss.
Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel's as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion.
Source: To a Louse.
Some wee short hours ayont the twal.
Source: Death and Dr. Hornbook.
May coward shame distain his name, The wretch that dares not die!
Source: Macpherson's Farewell
Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
Source: Here 's a Health to Them that 's Awa'.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Source: Flow gently, sweet Afton.
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