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.

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