Maxioms by Robert Burns
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.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser.
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser.
