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Lines Written On A Bank-Note

WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source o' a' my woe and grief!
For lack o' thee I've lost my lass!
For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass!
I see the children of affliction
Unaided, through thy curst restriction:
I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim's spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wished,
To crush the villain in the dust:

For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore,
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: scotland
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