O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An'foolish notion.
Some books are lies frae end to end, And some great lies were never penn'd.Robert Burns
When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrowed field Return sae dowf and weary O.Robert Burns
This rortie wretched city Sair come down frae its auld hiechts The hauf o't smug, complacent, Lost til all pride of race or spirit, The tither wild and rouch as ever In its secret hairt But lost alsweill, the smeddum tane, The man o'independent mind has cap in hand the day Sits on its craggy spine And drees the wind and rain That nourished all its genius Weary wi centuries This empty capital snorts like a great beast Caged in its sleep, dreaming of freedom.
It's hardly in a body's pow'r,To keep, at times, frae being sour.Robert Burns
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