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THE POEMS OF BURNS.
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LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER.

You're welcome, Willie Stewart;You're welcome, Willie Stewart;There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half sae welcome's thou art.
Come, bumpers high, express your joy,The bowl we maun renew it;The tappit-hen, gae bring her ben,To welcome Willie Stewart.
May foes be strang, and friends be slack,Ilk action may he rue it;May woman on him turn her back,That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart!

ON MR. W. CRUIKSHANK,

OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH.

Honest Will to heaven is gane,And mony shall lament him;His faults they a' in Latin lay,In English nane e'er kent them.
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