Hey, The Dusty Miller Poem by Robert Burns

Hey, The Dusty Miller

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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 gat 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.

Monday, October 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dust
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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