Robert Burns

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for read more

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony,
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither--
They had been fou for weeks thegither!

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

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.

What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature read more

What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature made you fools.