Burns Poetry

[Burns Poetry @BurnsPoetry]

Whene'er to #drink you are inclin'd,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear -
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.

[Burns Poetry @BurnsPoetry]

Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That's sinking in despair;
An' liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care
#drink

[Burns Poetry @BurnsPoetry]

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

#Friendship

[Burns Poetry @BurnsPoetry]

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run
#Rose