The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Robert BurnsTheir sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Robert BurnsThe snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Robert BurnsTheir sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Robert Burns