The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
THE DUSTY MILLER
I
Hey the dusty millerAnd his dusty coat!
He will spend a shilling
Or he win a groat.
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss
That I gat frae the miller!
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II
Hey the dusty millerAnd 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!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||