Maxioms by Robert Burns
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
I'll be merry and free,
I'll be sad for nae-body;
If nae-body cares for me,
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I'll be merry and free,
I'll be sad for nae-body;
If nae-body cares for me,
I'll care for nae-body.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.