Poem by Robert Burns

On Edmund Burke by an Opponent and a Friend to Warren Hastings

Oft have I wonder’d that, on Irish Ground,
No poisonous reptiles ever yet were found:
Reveal’s the secret stands, of Nature’s Work!
She saved her venom, to create a Burke.

1. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
3. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
4. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
5. The Bonnie Wee Thing

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