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| Burns Monu,ment |
In a dream on Halloween
He addressed the Deil (Devil)
He wrote bawdy prose
Romantic songs, messages heart-felt
And love likened to a red, red rose
The words in Tam O'Shanter
said at speed
Imitate Meg, his trusty mayer's canter
Nothing in nature escaped his attention
Not a mouse, or the intrusive louse
A tale he could tell
His first he claimed was to the handsome Nell
The world said goodbye to him
Two hundred and twenty-years past
But the name, Robert Burns forever will last
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