Maxioms by Robert Burns
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou' o' brandy.
There's some are fou o' love divine,
There's some are fou' o' brandy.
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in read more
Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.