Poem by Robert Burns

Extemporaneous Effusion, on being Appointed to the Excise

Seaching auld wives’ barrels, –
        Ochone the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels;
        But – what’ll ye say?
These movin’ things, ca’d wives and weans,
Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes!

1. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
4. Eppie M’Nab
5. Mark Yonder Pomp

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