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Logan Water

The Logan burn, the Logan braes, I helped a bonie lassie on wi' her claes; First wi' her stockings an' syne wi' her shoon, But she gied me the glaiks when a' was done. But an I had kend, what I ken now, I was a bang'd her belly fu'; Her belly fu' and her apron up, An' shew'd her the road to the Logan kirk.


Phil McKee

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This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Phil McKee.

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