Poem by Robert Burns

To John M’Murdo, Esq.

O, COULD I give thee India’s wealth,
  As I this trifle send!
Because thy joy in both would be
  To share them with a friend.

But golden sands did never grace
  The Heliconian stream;
Then take what gold could never buy-
  An honest Bard’s esteem.

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

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