Poem by Anonymous

To an Enemy

Thou speak’st always ill of me, 
I always speak well of thee. 
But spite of all our noise and pother, 
The world believes nor one nor t’ other. 

Anon. 
[From the Latin of George Buchanan.] 

1. The Guard-Chamber
2. Now, Robin, Lend to Me Thy Bow
3. The Haws of Cromdale
4. Kitty of Coleraine
5. The Banks o’ Glaizart

Anna Branch To an Enemy ("I saw thee once. I shall know thee ever")

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