Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder

Here souter Hood in Death does sleep;
         To Hell, if he’s gone thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep,
         He’ll haud it weel thegither.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. The Day Returns
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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