Poem by Anonymous

On Johnny Cole

         Here lies Johnny Cole,
         Who  died,  on  my  soul,
After  eating  a  plentiful  dinner;
         While  chewing  his  crust,
         He  was  turned  into  dust,
With  his  crimes  undigested – poor  sinner.

1. Ettrick Banks
2. The Banks o’ Glaizart
3. Barthram’s Dirge
4. The Hermitage
5. The Enchanted Island

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