Poem by Robert Burns

Addressed to a Lady Whom the Author Feared He Had Offended

Rusticity’s ungainly form
  	May cloud the highest mind;
But when the heart is nobly warm,
  	The good excuse will find.

Propriety’s cold cautious rules
  	Warm fervour may o’erlook;
But spare poor sensibility
  	The ungentle, harsh rebuke.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

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