But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower sae early.
Luff is off sae mekill mycht, That it all paynis makis lycht.john barbour
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee, Wi'murd'ring pattle!Robert Burns
O ye wha are sae guid yoursel, sae pious and sae holy, Ye've nought to do but mark and tell Your Neebours'fauts an folly!Robert Burns
There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what na day o' what na style. I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin.Robert Burns
sae rantingly, sae wantonly, sae dauntingly gae'd he: He play'd a spring, and danc'd it round Below the gallows-tree.Robert Burns
My love she's but a lassie yet, My love she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be half sae saucy yet.Robert Burns
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu'o'care!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
I amna fou' sae muckle as tired - deid dune.It's gey and hard wark coupin' gless for glessWi' Cruivie and Gilsanquhar and the like,And I'm no' juist as bauld as aince I wes.hugh macdiarmid
Or were I in the wildest waste,sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,The desert were a paradiseIf thou wert there, if thou wert there.Robert Burns
sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair.william julius mickle
Or were I in the wildest waste, sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou wert there.Robert Burns
Yon rose-buds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!Robert Burns
Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.Robert Burns
Would you repeat that again, sir, for it soun's sae sonorous that the words droon the ideas?
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon , How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care!Robert Burns
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