Poem by Robert Burns

On Seeing the Hon. Wm. R. Maule of Panmure Driving away in His Fine and Elegant Phaeton on the Race Ground at Tinwald Downs, October, 1794

Thou Fool, in thy phaeton towering,
Art proud when that phaeton is prais’d?  
’Tis the pride of a Thief’s exhibition
When higher his pillory’s rais’d.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. Address to General Dumourier
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. The Cardin’ O’t

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