Since Johnie’s dead.
“Minstrels of merit, ilk ane come,
Sough mournfu’ notes o’er Johnie’s tomb;
Through fields of air applaud him home—
I hope he’s weel;
His worth, nae doubt, has sav’d him from
The muckle de’il.
EPITAPH.
“Here lies dear John, whase pipe and drone,
And fiddle aft has made us glad;