Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov'd, much honoured name! (For none that knew him need be told) A warmer heart death ne'er made cold.

Whoe'er thou art, O reader, know That Death has murder'd Johnie; An'here his bodylies fu'low; For saulhe ne'er had ony.

Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blateto seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near; And owrethis grassy heap sing dool, And drapa tear. Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly this area throng, O, pass not by!

An honest man here lies at rest As e'erGod with his image blest; The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so informed: If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he

Lament him, Mauchline husbands a', He aftendid assist ye; For had ye staid haleweeks awa, Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye. Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye press To school in bands thegither, O tread ye lightlyon his grass, - Perhaps he was your father!

Here Holy Willie's sairworn clay Taks up its last abode; His saulhas ta'en some other way, I fear, the left-hand road. Stop! there he is, as sure's a gun, Poor, silly body, see him; Naewonder he's as black's the grun, Observe wha'sstanding wi'him. Your brunstanedevilship, I see, Has got him there before ye; But haudyour

Here lies Johnie Pigeon; What was his religion? Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maunfollow the carl, For here Johnie Pigeon had nane! Strong ale was ablution, Small beer persecution, A dram was memento mori; Buta full-flowing bowl Was the saving his soul, And port was celestial glory.

Ae day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the titherwarl' A mixtie-maxtiemotley squad, And mony a guilt-bespotted lad- Black gowns of each denomination, And thieves of every rank and station, From him that wears the star and garter, To him that wintles in a halter: Ashamed himself to see the wretches, He mutters,

Here SouterHood in death does sleep; To hell if he's ganethither, Satan, giehim thy gearto keep; He'll haudit weelthegither.

As father Adam first was fool'd, (A case that's still too common,) Here lies man a woman ruled, The devil ruled the woman.