Dumfriesshire.
HODDAM.
Here lyes a man, who all his mortal life
Past mending clocks but could not mend hys wyfe.
The ‘larum of his bell was ne’er sae shrill
As was her tongue, aye clacking like a mill.
But now he’s gane—oh, whither? nane can tell—
I hope beyond the sound o’ Mally’s bell.
Here lies John Speir
Dumfreise—Pipier,
Young John?—Fy Fy.
Old John?—Ay Ay.