Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on Walter Riddell

Sic a reptile was Wat,
  Sic a miscreant slave,
That the worms ev’n damn’d him
  When laid in his grave.
‘In his flesh there’s a famine,’
  A starv’d reptile cries;
‘An’ his heart is rank poison,’
  Another replies.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. The Day Returns
3. Farewell, Thou Stream
4. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
5. The Cooper O’ Cuddle

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