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?
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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1795 and is read here by John Ramage.
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