Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
Contributed by: Zaady
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
Source: The Vision.
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom.
Source: To a Mountain Daisy.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.
Source: Man was made to Mourn.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
Source: John Anderson.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
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