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. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Blythe Was She
3. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Gala Water

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