Poem by Robert Burns

Inscription on the Tombstone Erected By Burns To The Memory Of Gergusson

No sculptur’d marble here, nor pompous lay,
  ‘No storied urn nor animated bust;’
This simple stone directs pale Scotia’s way
  To pour her sorrows o’er her Poet’s dust.

She mourns, sweet tuneful youth, thy hapless fate:
  Tho’ all the powers of song thy fancy fir’d,
Yet Luxury and Wealth lay by in Stats,
  And thankless starv’d what they so much admir’d.

This humble tribute with a tear he gives,
  A brother Bard, who can no more bestow:
But dear to fame thy Song immortal lives,
  A nobler monument than Art can show.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Gala Water
4. Stay My Charmer
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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