Poem by Anonymous

On a Statue of a Slave in Clemen’s Inn

In vain, poor sable son of woe,
	Thou seek’st a tender ear;
In vain thy tears with anguish flow,
	For mercy dwells not here.

From cannibals thou fliest in vain;
	Lawyers less quarters give;
The first won’t eat you till you’re slain,
	The last will do’t alive.

1. Ettrick Banks
2. The Flower of Yarrow
3. Gathering of Atholl
4. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife
5. Carlisle Yetts

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