English poem
Lines Written On A Bank-Note.
by Robert Burns
Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf, Fell source o' a' my woe an' 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 cursed 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, Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more. R. B.
More by Robert Burns
- Lines On Stirling.
- Lines Sent To Sir John Whitefoord, Bart., Of Whitefoord. With The Foregoing Poem.
- Lines To John Rankine.
- Lines Written In Friars-Carse
- Lines Written On A Window Of The Globe Tavern, Dumfries.
- Lines Written On A Window.
- Lines Written Under The Picture Of The Celebrated Miss Burns.
- Lines, Sent To A Gentleman Whom He Had Offended.