SEARCHING auld wives’ barrels,
Ochon the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels:
But-what’ll ye say?
These movin’ things ca’d wives an’ weans,
Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes!
(Robert Burns)
More Poetry from Robert Burns:
- A Dedication (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address ToThe Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Unco Guid (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address To A Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)