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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
On Commissary Goldie’s Brains
Lord, to account who dares thee call, Or e’er dispute thy pleasure? Else why, within so thick a wall, Enclose so poor a treasure?
Lines Inscribed In A Lady’s Pocket Almanac
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