Poem by Anonymous

On a Certain Vallius

When thunder rumbles in the skies,
Down to the cellar Vallius flies.
There, to be sure, he’s safe: why so?
He thinks there is no God below.

1. Ettrick Banks
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. My Wife Has Ta'en the Gee
4. Barthram’s Dirge
5. Fare Ye Weel, My Auld Wife

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