Poem by Robert Burns

The Book-Worms

Through and through the inspired leaves,
  	Ye maggots, make your windings;
But, oh! respect his lordship’s taste,
  	And spare his golden bindings.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Flowery Banks of Cree

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