Poem by Robert Burns

To a Lady who Was Looking up the Text during Sermon

Fair maid, you need not take the hint,
  	   Nor idle texts pursue:
’Twas guilty sinners that he meant –
   	   Not angels such as you!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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