November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh; The short'ning winter-day is near a close; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose: The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes, This night his weekly moil is at... The poetical works of Robert Burns - Page 90 by Robert Burns - 1814 - 604 pages Full view -
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