Maxioms by Robert Burns
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless read more
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy read more
My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert read more
Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert were a paradise
If thou wert there, if thou were there.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.