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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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