by Robert Burns 1759-1796 Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o’ the Clyde, Where the grouse lead their coveys thro’ the heather to feed, And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed. Not Gowrie’s rich valley, nor Forth’s sunny shores, To meContinue reading “Yon Wild Mossy Mountain”
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A Man’s A Man for A’that
by Robert Burns Is there for honest poverty That hings his head and a’that; The coward slave – we pass him by, We dare be poor for a’that! For a’that, an a’that. Our toils obscure an a’that, The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, The man’s the gowd for a’that. What though on hamely fareContinue reading “A Man’s A Man for A’that”
Robin's Nest 