Robert Burns

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
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Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.

O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.

O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans read more

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me. - Ae Fond Kiss.