Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Contributed by: Zaady
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
Source: Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.
O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
Source: Ae Fond Kiss.
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