Poem by Robert Burns

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ONE night as I did wander,
  When corn begins to shoot,
I sat me down to ponder,
  Upon an auld tree root:

Auld Ayr ran by before me,
  And bicker’d to the seas;
A cushat crooded o’er me
  That echoed thro’ the braes.

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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