Poem by Anonymous

The Sated One

IMPROMPTU AFTER CHRISTMAS DINNER. PUNCH.

It may not be – go maidens, go,
Nor tempt me to the mistletoe;
I once could dance beneath its bough,
But must not, will not, can not, now!

A weight – a load within I bear;
It is not madness nor despair;
But I require to be at rest,
So that my burden may – digest!

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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