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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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