Robert Burns

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire, That's a' the learning I desire.

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae farewell, alas, forever!

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing: But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us naught but grief an' pain
For promised joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:

My love is like the red red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my love's like the melody
That's newly played in tune

Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.

The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise. My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

The social, friendly, honest man, Whate'er he be, 'Tis he fulfills great Nature's plan, And none but he!

My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.
Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose
Frae aff its thorny tree;
And my false luver straw my rose
But left the thorn wi' me.

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