Take the stane aff my wame, and lay it on thine.”
The same may be said of the next.
Many years ago a strolling musician, of remarkable appearance, of the name of Abercromby, or “Crummy,” as he was usually called, was well known throughout the north of Scotland. He supported himself and his partner by his penny whistle, with which he had no difficulty in charming the musical of any village. He was buried in the churchyard of Cruden, in Aberdeenshire. He composed his own epitaph in these words:—
“Here Crummy lies, enclosed in wood,
Full six feet one and better,
When tyrant Death grim o’er him stood,
He faced him like a hatter.
Now lies he low without a boot,
Free from a world of bustle,
And silent now is Crummy’s flute,