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. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. The Day Returns
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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