Poem by Robert Burns

On Edmund Burke by an Opponent and a Friend to Warren Hastings

Oft have I wonder’d that, on Irish Ground,
No poisonous reptiles ever yet were found:
Reveal’s the secret stands, of Nature’s Work!
She saved her venom, to create a Burke.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)

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