Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on Wee Johnny

        			Hic jacet wee Johnny.

Whoe’er thou art, O reader, know
  	That death has murder’d Johnny!
An’ here his body lies fu’ low;
  	For saul-he ne’er had ony.

1. My Chloris
2. I See a Form, I See a Face
3. Bessy and Her Spinnin’ Wheel
4. Farewell, Thou Stream
5. One Night as I did Wander

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