Ein Ding von Schönheit ist ein Glück auf immer [antikvár]

Robert Burns Bruce s Address at Bannockburn Scots! wha hae wi Wallace bled, Scots! wham Bruce has often led, Welcome to your gory bed. Or to victory! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o'battle lour: See approach proud Edimrd's power ¦ Chains and slavery! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw? Freeman stand, or freeman fa'? Let him on wi'me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We luill drain our dearest veins. But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! - Let us do or die! A Red, Red Rose O my hive's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my hive's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass. So deep in luve am I;