Quote #27
John Barleycorn got up again, And sore surprised them all.
More from Robert Burns
- I was na fou, but just had plenty.
- The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.
- Some books are lies frae end to end.
- Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
- Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent among the lasses, O.
- Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human.
- Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han' she tried on man, An' then she made the lasses, O.
- If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.