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O little did my mother think
When first she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin’ boy
And die on the gallows tree.

— Robert Burns

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The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Tam o' Shanter (1790)

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Tam o' Shanter (1790)

What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

Tam o' Shanter (1790)

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