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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
58. Epitaph on Holy Willie
 
 
HERE Holy Willie’s sair worn clay
  Taks up its last abode;
His saul has ta’en some other way,
  I fear, the left-hand road.
 
Stop! there he is, as sure’s a gun,        5
  Poor, silly body, see him;
Nae wonder he’s as black’s the grun,
  Observe wha’s standing wi’ him.
 
Your brunstane devilship, I see,
  Has got him there before ye;        10
But haud your nine-tail cat a wee,
  Till ance you’ve heard my story.
 
Your pity I will not implore,
  For pity ye have nane;
Justice, alas! has gi’en him o’er,        15
  And mercy’s day is gane.
 
But hear me, Sir, deil as ye are,
  Look something to your credit;
A coof like him wad stain your name,
  If it were kent ye did it.        20
 

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