lines written on a banknote

wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!

fell source o' a' my woe and grief!

forck o' thee i've lost myss!

forck o' thee i scrimp my ss!

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 viin in the dust:

forck o' thee, i leave this much-lov'd shore,

never, perhaps, to greet old scond more.

r.b.