Robert Burns, Scotland's great poet, was famous for more than his writings. Here he writes after public discovery of his impregnation of a servant. The Fornicator
Ye jovial boys who love the joys.
The blissful joys of Lovers;
Yet dare avow with dauntless brow,
When th' bony lass discovers;
Pray draw near and lend an ear,
And welcome in a Prater,
For I've lately been on quarantine,
A proven Fornicator.
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