Poem by Robert Burns

Lines Written on a Bank-Note

WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o’ a’ my woe and grief!
For lack o’ thee I’ve lost my lass!
For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass!
I see the children of affliction
Unaided, thro’ thy curs’d restriction.
I’ve seen the oppressor’s cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim’s spoil,
And for thy potence vain have wuss’d
To crush the villain in the dust.
For lack o’ thee I leave this much-lov’d shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.

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

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