Poem by Robert Burns

On Himself («Here comes Burns...»)

HERE comes Burns
  On Rosinante;
She’s damn’d poor,
  But he’s damn’d canty!

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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