Poem by Robert Burns

The Toadeater

Of Lordly acquaintance you boast, 
And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen, 
Yet an insect’s an insect at most, 
Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Blythe Was She
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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