Poem by Robert Burns

On Seeing the Beautiful Seat of Lord Galloway

What dost thou in that mansion fair?
  	Flit, Galloway, and find
Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave,
  	The picture of thy mind!

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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