Robert Burns Quotes

O Thou, whatever title suit thee! Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie.

freedom and whisky gang thegither, Tak aff your dram!

The tither was a ploughman’s collie, A rhyming, ranting, raving billie.

His locked, letter ’d, braw brass-collar, Show ’d him the gentleman an’ scholar.

A fig for those by law protected! Liberty’s a glorious feast! Courts for Cowards were erected, Churches built to please the Priest.

From scenes like these, old scotia’s grandeur springs, That makes her lov’d at home, rever’d abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, ‘An honest man’s the noble work of GOD’.