Hey, the Dusty Miller, di Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Hey, the Dusty Miller

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.

#Scots

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