“ And hear ilk bird sing o' its love, As fondly sae did I o' mi Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree; But my fause lover stole my rose, And left the sharpest thorn wi' me This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
Robert Burns
Quotes from New minstrel (Robert Burns)
“ Sae loud and shrill's I hear the blast. I'm sure it's winter fairly Up in the morning &c. The birds sit chittering on the thorn, A' day they fare but sparely And lang's the nicht frae e'en to morn I'm sure it's winter fairly. ”
