Poem by Robert Burns

Lines Written on a Window, at the King’s Arms Tavern, Dumfries

YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
‘Gainst poor Excisemen! give the cause a hearing;
What are your landlords’ rent-rolls? taxing ledgers:
What premiers, what? even Monarchs’ mighty gaugers:
Nay, what are priests, those seeming godly wise men?
What are they, pray, but spiritual Excisemen?

1. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
2. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
3. Eppie M’Nab
4. Mark Yonder Pomp
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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