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. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
2. Peg-A-Ramsey
3. Montgomerie’s Peggy
4. When First I Came to Stewart Kyle
5. The Cardin’ O’t

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