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. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
2. Farewell to Ballochmyle
3. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
4. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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