Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Green Grow the Rashes.
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
Source: Bonny Lesley.
It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand.
Source: A' for our Rightfu' King. 17
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