The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
POSTSCRIPTS
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Afton's Laird! Afton's Laird!When your pen can be spared,
A copy of this I bequeath,
On the same sicker score
As I mention'd before,
To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith—
Afton's Laird!
To that trusty auld worthy, Clackleith.
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Factor John! Factor John!Whom the Lord made alone,
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Thy poor servant, the Bard,
In respectful regard
He presents thee this token sincere—
Factor John!
He presents thee this token sincere.
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