Poem by Robert Burns

Epigram. Immediate Extempore on being Told by W. L. of the Customs Dublin that Com Goldie did not Seem Disposed to Push the Bottle

Friend Commissar, since we’re met and are happy,
Pray why should we part without having more nappy!
Bring in t’other bottle, for faith I am dry
Thy drink thou can’t part with and neither can I.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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