Poem by Robert Burns

On Andrew Turner

IN se’enteen hunder an’ forty-nine,
The deil gat stuff to mak a swine,
  An’ cuist it in a corner;
But by and by he changed his plan,
An’ made it something like a man,
  An’ ca’d it Andrew Turner.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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