Poem by Robert Burns

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There came a piper out o’ Fife,
 	 I watna what they ca’d him;
He play’d our cousin Kate a spring
  	When fient a body bade him;
And aye the mair he hotch’d an’ blew,
 	The mair that she forbade him.

1. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
2. The Lass of Ecclefechan
3. By Allan Stream
4. Cock Up Your Beaver
5. Sae Flaxen Were

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