Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchline

Here lies Johnny Pidgeon;
What was his religion?
  	Wha e’er desires to ken,
To some other warl’
Maun follow the carl,
  	For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane! 

Strong ale was ablution,
Small beer persecution,
  	A dram was memento mori;
But a full flowing bowl
Was the saving his soul,
  	And port was celestial glory.

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

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