Robert Burns, 1788
The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw,|
The simmer lilies bloom in snaw,
The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
But an auld man shall never daunton me.
To daunton me, to daunton me,
And auld man shall never daunton me.
2. To daunton me, and me sae young,
3. For a' his meal and a' his maut,|
For a' his fresh beef and his saut,
For a' his gold and white monie,
And auld men shall never daunton me.
4. His gear may buy him kye and yowes,
5. He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
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