YE true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!
More verses by Robert Burns
- Poem On Sensibility
- Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4
- Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee
- Verses On Captain Grose
- Suppressed Stanzas Of &Quot;The Vision&Quot;