Poems & songs . , my sires have left their shed,And facd grim dangers loudest roar, Bold-following where your fathers led ! Edina! Scotias darling seat! Ail hail thy palaces and towrs,Where once beneath a monarchs feet Sat Legislations sovreign powrs !From marking wildly-scatterd flowrs, As on the banks of Ayr I strayd,And singing, lone, the lingring hours, I shelter in thy honourd shade. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX. Now Robin lies in his last lair, Hell gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair, Cauld poverty, wi hungry stare, Nae mair shall fear him ;Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care, Eer
Poems & songs . , my sires have left their shed,And facd grim dangers loudest roar, Bold-following where your fathers led ! Edina! Scotias darling seat! Ail hail thy palaces and towrs,Where once beneath a monarchs feet Sat Legislations sovreign powrs !From marking wildly-scatterd flowrs, As on the banks of Ayr I strayd,And singing, lone, the lingring hours, I shelter in thy honourd shade. ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX. Now Robin lies in his last lair, Hell gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair, Cauld poverty, wi hungry stare, Nae mair shall fear him ;Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care, Eer mair come near POEMS BY ROBERT BURNS. To tell the truth, they seldom fasht him,Except the moment that they crusht him:For sune as chance or fate had husht em, Tho eer sae short,Then wi a rhyme or sang he lasht em, And thought it sport. Tho he was bred to kintra wark, And counted was baith wight and stark, Yet that was never Robins mark To mak a man ;But tell him, he was learnd and dark, Ye roosd him than !.
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