To Mr. Syme. With A Present Of A Dozen Of Porter.

A poem by Robert Burns

O, had the malt thy strength of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
'Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e'en for Syme were fit.

Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries.

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