Poem by Robert Burns

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Hey, the dusty miller,
  	And his dusty coat;
He will win a shilling,
  	Or he spend a groat.
    		Dusty was the coat,
      			Dusty was the colour,
    		Dusty was the kiss
      			That I got frae the miller.

Hey, the dusty miller,
  	And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
  	Fills the dusty peck.
    		Fills the dusty peck,
      			Brings the dusty siller;
    		I wad gie my coatie
      			For the dusty miller.

1. Here’s His Health in Water!
2. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
3. To the Same
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

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