Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796)
-- The Banks of Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796)
-- The Banks of Doon
Related:
- Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
-- Robert Burns (1759-1796)
Whistle, and I 'll come to... - The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order
But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye... - If there 's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede ye tent it
A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith... - I canna change the laws of physics, Captain
but I can find ye a loophole... - ACK and ye shall
receive... - ASCII and ye
shall RX... - Avast
ye swabs... - Fax and ye shall
receive... - Praise Ye the
Lord!...
