INNKEEPER OF MAUCHLINE.
Here lies Johnny Pidgeon;
What was his religion?
Wha e'er desires to ken,
To some other warl'
Maun follow the carl,
For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane!
Strong ale was ablution—
Small beer, persecution,
A dram was MEMENTO MORI:
But a full flowing bowl
Was the saving his soul,
And port was celestial glory.
ON ANDREW TURNER.
In se'enteen hunder an' forty-nine,
Satan took stuff to mak' a swine,
And cuist it in a corner;
But wilily he chang'd his plan,
And shaped it something like a man.
And ca'd it Andrew Turner.
ON A SCOTCH COXCOMB
Light lay the earth on Billy's breast,
His chicken heart so tender;
But build a castle on his head,
His skull will prop it under.
ON GRIZZEL GRIM.
Here lies with death auld Grizzel Grim.
Lineluden's ugly witch;
O death, how horrid is thy taste,
To lie with such a b——!