Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on Walter Riddell

Sic a reptile was Wat,
  Sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms ev’n damn’d him
  When laid in his grave.
‘In his flesh there’s a famine,’
  A starv’d reptile cries;
‘An’ his heart is rank poison,’
  Another replies.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. Address to General Dumourier
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. The Cardin’ O’t

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