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.


Shirley Henderson

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Shirley Henderson.

More about this song

This is an expansion of a traditional fragment which was used in David Herd’s collection of Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs, Heroic Ballads, etc (1776).

The air dates back to the seventh century in England.

Ralph McLean

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