Poem by Anonymous

On Johnny Cole

         Here lies Johnny Cole,
         Who  died,  on  my  soul,
After  eating  a  plentiful  dinner;
         While  chewing  his  crust,
         He  was  turned  into  dust,
With  his  crimes  undigested – poor  sinner.

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. Lord Strafford’s Meditations in the Tower
3. The Bells of Fletching
4. The Old Scottish Gentleman
5. Barthram’s Dirge

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