Epitaph.
When proud apostates
did abjure Scotland’s
reformation pure And
fill’d this land with perj
ury and all sorts of In-
iquity Such as would not
with them comply They pe
rsecute with hue and
cry. I in the flight
was overtane And fo
r the truth by them
was slain.
Caithnessshire.
HALKIRK.
Sir Jno. Graham.
Here lies Sir John the Grame both right and wise,
One of the chiefs rescued Scotland thrice,
An better knight ne’re to the world was lent
Than was good Grame of truth and hardiment.
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.