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

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