Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on William Nicol, of the High School, Edinburgh

YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain,
	For few sic feasts ye’ve gotten,
And fix your claws in Nicol’s hearts
	For deil a bit o’t’s rotten.

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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