Edinburghshire.
EDINBURGH.
Here lie I, Martin Eldinbrode,
Ha’ mercy on my soul, Loord Gode;
As I would do, were I Lord Gode,
And thou wert Martin Eldinbrode.
John McPherson
Was a wonderful person,
He was six feet two
Without his shoe,
And he was slew
At Waterloo.
Here lies Donald and his wife
Janet Mac Fee,
Aged Forty hee,
Aged thirty shee.
Here lieth the limbs of a lang devil,
Wha! in his time has done much evil,
And oft the ale wybes he opprest,
And blest be God he’s gone to rest.
John Carnagie lies here,
Descended of Adam and Eve,
If any can gang higher
He willingly gives him leave.
This epitaph is undoubtedly that from which Prior borrowed those beautiful and well-known lines he once intended for his own monument.
Wha lies here?
I Johnny Dow.
Hoo! Johnny, is that you?
Ay, man, but a’m dead now.
Fifeshire.
TORRYBURN.
On a drunken Cobbler.
Enclosed within this narrow stall
Lies one who was a friend to awl.
He saved bad soles from getting worse,
But damned his own without remorse.
And tho’ a drunken life he passed,
Yet saved his soul by mending at the last.