English poem
Spoken, On Being Appointed To The Excise.
by Robert Burns
Searching auld wives' barrels, Och—hon! the day! That clarty barm should stain my laurels; But—what'll ye say! These movin' things ca'd wives and weans Wad move the very hearts o' stanes!
More by Robert Burns
- Song—Merry Hae I Been Teethin A Heckle
- Sonnet, On The Death Of Robert Riddel, Esq. Of Glenriddel, April, 1794.
- Sonnet, Written On The Twenty-Fifth Of January, 1793, The Birthday Of The Author, On Hearing A Thrush Sing In A Morning Walk.
- Spoken By Miss Fontenelle On Her Benefit
- Stand to Your Guns
- Stanzas - On The Same Occasion.
- Stay, My Charmer.
- Strait is the spot and green the sod