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. Here’s His Health in Water!
2. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
3. To the Same
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

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