Poem by Robert Burns

Extempore. On Passing a Lady’s Carriage

If you rattle along like your mistress’s tongue,
  	Your speed will out-rival the dart:
But, a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road,
  	If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
5. How Lang and Dreary

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