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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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