Poem by Robert Burns

Impromptu («How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face...»)

How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face,
  	Ye ugly, glowering spectre?
My face was but the keekin’ glass,
  	An’ there ye saw your picture.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. Young Jamie, Pride of A’ the Plain

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