Maxioms by Robert Burns
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!
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar,
Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On blithe Yuletide when we were read more
Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On blithe Yuletide when we were fou,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Maggie coost her head fu' high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh:
Ha, ha! the wooing o't!
