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

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