Poem by Robert Burns

Extempore. On Passing a Lady’s Carriage

If you rattle along like your mistress’s tongue,
  	Your speed will out-rival the dart:
But, a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road,
  	If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
4. The Flowery Banks of Cree
5. Gala Water

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