Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts forever. Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter. Nae man can tether time or tide. Robert Burns Tam o' Shanter. The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley.
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
O my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain
For promis'd joy.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!