Quote #71
As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
More from Robert Burns
- Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
- Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.
- That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
- 'Weel done, Cutty Sark!'
- Nae man can tether time or tide.
- Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!
- But pleasures are like poppies spread- You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river- A moment white-then me…
- For a' that, and a' that An' twice as muckle 's a' that, I've lost but ane, I've twa behin', I've wife eneugh for a' that.