“My sledge and hammer lies declined
My bellows-pipe has lost its wind;
My forge’s extinct; my fire’s decayed;
And in the dust my vice is laid.
My coals is spent; my iron is gone;
My nails are drove; my work is done.”
In Cullen churchyard, in Banffshire, there is this graphic verse:—
“Here lies interred a man o’ micht,
His name was Malcolm Downie:
He lost his life ae market nicht