Poem by Robert Burns

Poverty

In politics if thou wouldst mix,
  	And mean thy fortunes be;
Bear this in mind, – be deaf and blind,
  	Let great folks hear and see.

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)

Jane Taylor Poverty ("I saw an old cottage of clay")

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