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. Here’s His Health in Water!
2. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
3. To the Same
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

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