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. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
2. Young Highland Rover
3. Farewell, Thou Stream
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

Henry Lawson Poverty ("I HATE this grinding poverty")

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