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. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
2. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
3. The Highland Lassie
4. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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