Poems and Songs of Robert Burnsby Robert Burns

On Commissary Goldie's Brains

Thanksgiving For A National Victory

Lines Inscribed In A Lady's Pocket Almanac

     Grant me, indulgent Heaven, that I may live,
     To see the miscreants feel the pains they give;
     Deal Freedom's sacred treasures free as air,
     Till Slave and Despot be but things that were.

Contents

On Commissary Goldie's Brains

Thanksgiving For A National Victory