Robert Burns Woods Poems

329. Verses on the destruction of the Woods near Drumlanrig

AS on the banks o' wandering Nith,
Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd,
And traced its bonie howes and haughs,
Where linties sang and lammies play'd,

Prologue, Spoken By Mr. Woods At Edinburgh

WHEN, by a generous Public's kind acclaim,
That dearest meed is granted—honest fame;
Waen here your favour is the actor's lot,

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