Chapter 499 of 1414 · 70 words · ~1 min read

II.

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.

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THERE WAS A LASS.

Tune--"_Duncan Davison._"

[There are several other versions of Duncan Davison, which it is more delicate to allude to than to quote: this one is in the Museum.]