Poem by Robert Burns

On Commissary Goldie’s Brains

Lord, to account who dares thee call,
  	Or e’er dispute thy pleasure?
Else why within so thick a wall
  	Enclose so poor a treasure?

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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