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. 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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