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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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