. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. d mite high Heaven bestowed, that mitawith thee Ill share. ^i Cm nf f ilirrtii. (272) Heard ye o the tree o France, I watna whats the name ot;Around it a the patriots dance, Weel Europe kens the fame stands where ance the Bastile stood, A prison built by kings, Superstitions hellish brood Kept France in leading strings, man. Upo this tree there grows sic fruit. Its virtues a can tell, man;It raises man aboon the brute. It maks hnn ken himself, ance the peasant taste a bit Hes greater than a lord, w
. The complete poetical and prose works of Robert Burns:. d mite high Heaven bestowed, that mitawith thee Ill share. ^i Cm nf f ilirrtii. (272) Heard ye o the tree o France, I watna whats the name ot;Around it a the patriots dance, Weel Europe kens the fame stands where ance the Bastile stood, A prison built by kings, Superstitions hellish brood Kept France in leading strings, man. Upo this tree there grows sic fruit. Its virtues a can tell, man;It raises man aboon the brute. It maks hnn ken himself, ance the peasant taste a bit Hes greater than a lord, wi the beggar shares a mite O a he can afford, man. This fruit is worth a Africs wealth. To comfort us twas sent, man :To gie the sweetest blush o health. And niak us a content, clears the een, it cheers the heart, Maks high and low guid friends, man;And he wha acts the traitors part. It to perdition sends, man. My blessings aye attend the chiel,Wha pitied Gallias ^^iaves, man, Ard stawd a branch, spite o the deil,frae yont the wjsteru waves, DITNCAN GRAY. MONODY. 189 Fair Virtue waterd it wi now she sees wi pride, man How weel it buds and blussoms branches spreading wide, man, Lut vicious folk aye hate to see The works o Virtue thrive, man;The co\irtly vermins banned the tree. And fjrat to see it thrive, Loui thought to cut it down, When it was unco sma, man;For this the watchman cracked hia crown. Cut aff his head and a, man. A wicked crew syne, on a time. Did tak a solemn aith, man,It neer should flourish to its prime, I wat they pledged their faith, man ;Awa, they gaed wi mock parade. Like beagles hunting game, soon grew weary o the trade, And wished theyd been at hame, man. For Freedom, standing by the tree. Her sons did loudly ca, man;She sang a song o liberty. Which pleased them ane and a, her inspired, the new-born race Soon drew the avenging steel, man ;The hirelings ran—her foes gied chase. And banged the despot
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