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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
The Keekin’-Glass
How daur ye ca’ me howlet-face, Ye blear-e’ed, withered spectre? Ye only spied the keekin’-glass, An’ there ye saw your picture.
A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore
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Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington
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