Poem by Robert Burns

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I met a lass, a bonnie lass,
  	Coming o’er the braes o’ Couper,
Bare her leg and bright her een,
  	And handsome ilka bit about her.
Weel I wat she was a quean
  	Wad made a body’s mouth to water;
Our Mess John, wi’ his lyart pow,
  	His haly lips wad lickit at her.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. The Day Returns
3. Farewell, Thou Stream
4. The Cooper O’ Cuddle
5. To a Young Lady, Miss Jessy Lewars, Dumfries, with Books which the Bard Presented her

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