On A Dog Of Lord Eglingtons
I never barked when out of season, I never bit without a reason; I ne'er insulted weaker brother, Nor wronged by force or fraud another. We brutes are placed a rank below; Happy for man could he say so.
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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Crawford Logan.
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