Poem by Robert Burns

Peg-A-Ramsey

CAULD is the e’enin’ blast
  O’ Boreas o’er the pool,
And dawin’ it is dreary
  When birks are bare at Yule.

O bitter blaws the e’enin’ blast
  When bitter bites the frost,
And in the mirk and dreary drift
  The hills and glens are lost.

Ne’er sae murky blew the night
  That drifted o’er the hill,
But bonnie Peg-a-Ramsey
  Gat grist to her mill.

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2. Katharine Jaffray
3. The Cardin’ O’t
4. Lines Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage
5. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard

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