Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson

HERE brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
  And empty are his barrels;
He’s blest, if as he brewed he drink,-
  This man of honest morals!

1. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
3. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
4. The Bonnie Wee Thing
5. Castle Gordon

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