Robert Burns

Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
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Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea;
Ye stately foxgloves fair to see!
Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie
In scented bowers!
Ye roses on your thorny tree
The first o' flow'rs.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.

Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.

Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.

Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us!
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Oh, wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion.