MS: One guinea note with a poem by Robert Burns

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MS: One guinea note with a poem by Robert Burns

Nae worth thy pow'r thou cursed leaf!
Fell source of all my woe and grief!
For lake o' thee I've lost my lass;
For lake o' thee I scrimp my glass;
I see the children of Affliction
unaided, thro thy curst restriction;
I've seen th' Oppressor's cruel smile,
Amid his hapless victim's spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wish'd,
To crush the Villain in the dust:
For lake o' thee I leave this much -lov'd shore,
Never perhaps to greet old Scotland more!
R.- B.--- Kyle.

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