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. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
3. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
4. The Bonnie Wee Thing
5. Castle Gordon

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