Robert Burns Quotes

I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body.

For gold the merchant ploughs the main, The farmer ploughs the manor.

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

But deep this truth impress'd my mind: Thro' all His works abroad, The heart benevolent and kindThe most resembles God.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley.An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'

O, wad some Power the giftie gie usTo see oursels as others see us!It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding

Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

A fig for those by law protected!Liberty's a glorious feast!Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest!

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name.Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

What makes the hero truly greatis never, never to despair.

I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.

To see her is to love her And love but her forever For Nature made her what she is And never made another.

Nature's mighty law is change.

If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.

My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

If there is another world he lives in bliss If there is none he made the best of this.

O Life! thou art a galling load Along a rough a weary road to wretches such as I.

Gie me a spark o' nature's fire that's a' the learning I desire.

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us. It wad frae money a blunder free us And foolish notion.

God knows I'm no the thing I should be Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion.

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled Scots wham Bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie.