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. 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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