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. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
3. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
4. The Bonnie Wee Thing
5. Castle Gordon

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