And a' the glory shall be thine,
Amen, amen!
EPITAPH ON HOLY WILLIE.
Here Holy Willie's sair-worn clay
Tak's up its last abode;
His saul has ta'en some ither way,
I fear the left-hand road.
Stop! there he is, as sure's a gun,
Poor, silly body, see him;
Nae wonder he's as black's the grun',