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. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. Young Jamie, Pride of A’ the Plain

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