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Dear Bard To ride this day is vain For it will be a steeping rain So come and sit with me Wee'l twa or three leaves fill up with scraps And whiles fill up the time with Cracks And spend the day with glee. R.R. Ellisland Dear Sir, at ony time or tide I'd rather sit wi' you than ride, Tho' 'twere wi' royal Geordie: And trowth your kindness soon and late Aft gars me to mysel look blate THE LORD IN HEAVEN REWARD YE! R. Burns
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1789 and is read here by Alex Norton.
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