Poem by Robert Burns

To Mr. Syme, with a Present of a Dozen of Porter

O, HAD the malt thy strength of mind,
  Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
‘Twere drink for first of human kind,
  A gift that e’en for Syme were fit.

"Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries."

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. The Posies
3. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
5. Address to General Dumourier

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