Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph for Gavin Hamilton, Esq

The poor man weeps – here Gavin sleeps,
  	Whom canting wretches blam’d:
But with such as he, where’er he be,
  	May I be sav’d or damn’d!

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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