Robert Burns,
Trade o' langsyne, or, The mechanic's farewell
(between 1804 and 1819)
“ THE GARLAND OF LOVE. Hows sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain, And sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove, And sweet is the breeze that blows over the mountain, But sweeter by far is the lad that I love.I’ll weave a gay garland, a fresh blowing garland, With lilies and roses, and sweet blooming poses, To give to the lad my heart tells me I love. ”
Robert Burns,
Trade o' langsyne, or, The mechanic's farewell
(between 1804 and 1819)
“ Your locks were like the raven, John, your bonny brow was brent; ”
Robert Burns,
Trade o' langsyne, or, The mechanic's farewell
(between 1804 and 1819)
“ Some lost their bonnets, some their cash, some lost their senses a’ man. An’ some fell o’er an’ doz’d asleep, by hedge, dykeside, or wa’, man; An’ mony a ane for want o’ thought, brought on baith dool an’ care, man. An’ got a backcast a’ their days, by keepin' Cawder fair, man. This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
