Poem by Robert Burns

My Bottle

My bottle is my holy pool,
That heals the wounds o’ care an’ dool,
And pleasure is a wanton trout,
An’ ye drink it a’ ye’ll find him out.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)

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