Robert Burns ( 10 of 99 )
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
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Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.
Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew,
How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.
Facts are cheels that winna ding,
An' downs be disputed.
Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
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Comin' through the rye, poor body,
Comin' through the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie,
Comin' through the rye
. . . .
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
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Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
