Poem by Robert Burns

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How cruel are the parents
  Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
  Poor woman sacrifice.
Meanwhile the hapless daughter
  Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant father’s hats,
  Become a wretched wife.

The ravening hawk pursuing,
  The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin
  A while her pinions tries;
Till of escape despairing,
  No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless falconer,
  And drops beneath his feet.

1. The Day Returns
2. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
3. Peg-A-Ramsey
4. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing
5. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame

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