When Masons' mystic word an' grip, In storms an' tempests raise you up, Some cock or cat your rage maun stop, Or, strange to tell! The youngest Brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne, in Eden's bonie yard, When youthfu' lovers first were... Poems - Page 78by Robert Burns - 1811Full view - About this book
| Ralph Knight - Literary Criticism - 1959 - 246 pages
...Or, strange to tell! The youngest brother ye wad whip Aff straught to hell. Lang syne in Eden's borne yard, When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd, An'...Sweet on the fragrant flow'ry swaird, In shady bow'r: churn pampered, twelve-pint cow dry as the bull husbands; confident work-tool magic sleight moment... | |
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