Poem by Robert Burns

Reply to a Note from Capt. Riddell

Dear Sir, at ony time or tide,
I’d rather sit with you than ride,
  	Tho’ ’twere wi’ royal Geordie;
And troth! your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel look blate;
  	The Lord in Heaven reward ye!

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

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