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. 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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