song—o leave novels 注释标题 burns never published this poe

o leave novels, ye uchline belles,

ye're safer at your spinning-wheel;

such witching books are baited hooks

for rakish rooks, like rob ssgiel;

your fine tojones and grandisons,

they ke your youthful fancies reel;

they heat your brains, and fire your veins,

and then you're prey for rob ssgiel.