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. Blythe Was She
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Gala Water

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