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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506504" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ronalds Of The Bennals, The</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,<br>And proper young lasses and a', man;<br>But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,<br>They carry the gree frae them a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their father's laird, and weel he can spare't,<br>Braid money to tocher them a', man;<br>To proper young men, he'll clink in the hand<br>Gowd guineas a hunder or twa, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's ane they ca' Jean, I'll warrant ye've seen<br>As bonie a lass or as braw, man;<br>But for sense and guid taste she'll vie wi' the best,<br>And a conduct that beautifies a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The charms o' the min', the langer they shine,<br>The mair admiration they draw, man;<br>While peaches and cherries, and roses and lilies,<br>They fade and they wither awa, man,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ye be for Miss Jean, tak this frae a frien',<br>A hint o' a rival or twa, man;<br>The Laird o' Blackbyre wad gang through the fire,<br>If that wad entice her awa, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Laird o' Braehead has been on his speed,<br>For mair than a towmond or twa, man;<br>The Laird o' the Ford will straught on a board,<br>If he canna get her at a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Anna comes in, the pride o' her kin,<br>The boast of our bachelors a', man:<br>Sae sonsy and sweet, sae fully complete,<br>She steals our affections awa, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I should detail the pick and the wale<br>O' lasses that live here awa, man,<br>The fau't wad be mine if they didna shine<br>The sweetest and best o' them a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lo'e her mysel, but darena weel tell,<br>My poverty keeps me in awe, man;<br>For making o' rhymes, and working at times,<br>Does little or naething at a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I wadna choose to let her refuse,<br>Nor hae't in her power to say na, man:<br>For though I be poor, unnoticed, obscure,<br>My stomach's as proud as them a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I canna ride in weel-booted pride,<br>And flee o'er the hills like a craw, man,<br>I can haud up my head wi' the best o' the breed,<br>Though fluttering ever so braw, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best,<br>O'pairs o' guid breeks I hae twa, man;<br>And stockings and pumps to put on my stumps,<br>And ne'er a wrang steek in them a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My sarks they are few, but five o' them new,<br>Twal' hundred, as white as the snaw, man,<br>A ten-shillings hat, a Holland cravat;<br>There are no mony poets sae braw, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never had frien's weel stockit in means,<br>To leave me a hundred or twa, man;<br>Nae weel-tocher'd aunts, to wait on their drants,<br>And wish them in hell for it a', man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never was cannie for hoarding o' money,<br>Or claughtin't together at a', man;<br>I've little to spend, and naething to lend,<br>But deevil a shilling I awe, man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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But ken ye the Ronalds that live in the Bennals,
They carry the gree frae them a', man.

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