Robert Burns- The Scottish Bard

To a Moutain Daisy, On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow’r. Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r. Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet. The bonie lark,…

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