Robert Burns,
Tam Glen
(July 2020)
“ But Phemie was the bonniest lass, That braes o' Yarrow ever saw, Blythe, &c. Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn; She tripped by the banks of Earn, As light's a bird upon a thorn. ”
Robert Burns,
Tam Glen
(1823)
“ Every flower of life declineth, Wearily oh! wearily oh! Cheerily then from hill and valley, Cheerily oh! cheerily oh! From your native mountains sally, Cheerily oh! cheerily oh! If a glorious death Won by bravery, Sweeter be than breath Sigh'd in slavery, Round the flag of freedom rally, Cheerily oh! cheerily oh! This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
Robert Burns,
Tam Glen
(1823)
“ Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far far I had roam'd on a desolate tract, Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way, To the house of my father, who welcom'd me I flew to the pleasant field, travers'd so oft ”
