Poem by Robert Burns

Extemporaneous Effusion, on being Appointed to the Excise

Seaching auld wives’ barrels, –
        Ochone the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels;
        But – what’ll ye say?
These movin’ things, ca’d wives and weans,
Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes!

1. Farewell to Ballochmyle
2. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. The Highland Lassie
5. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray

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