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

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