Poem by Robert Burns

On Miss Jessy Lewars

Written in pencil on the back of a 
Menagerie Bill

TALK not to me of savages
	From Afric’s burning sun,
No savage e’er could rend my heart,
	As, Jessy, thou hast done.

But Jessy’s lovely hand in mine,
	A mutual faith to plight,
Not ev’n to view the heavenly choir
	Would be so blest a sight.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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