Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on a Suicide

Earthed up, here lies an imp of hell
	Planted by Satan a dibble:
Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel
	To save the Lord the trouble.

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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