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Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf! / Fell source o' a' my woe and grief! / For lack o' thee I've lost my lass! / For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass! / I see the children of affliction / Unaided, through thy curst restriction: / I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile / Amid his hapless victim's spoil; / And for thy potence vainly wished, / To crush the villain in the dust: / For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore, / Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.
R. B.