Poem by Robert Burns

On a Swearing Coxcomb

Here cursing swearing Burton lies,
A buck, a bean, or Dem-my-eyes!
Who in this life did little good.
And whose last words were Dem-my-blood!

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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