Below thirstanes lie Jamie's banes; O Death, it's my opinion, Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin bitch Into thy dark dominion!

Here lies Boghead amangthe dead In hopes to getsalvation; Butif such as he in Heav'n may be, Then welcome, hail! damnation.

O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend! Here lie the loving husband's dear remains, The tender father, and the gen'rous friend; The pitying heart that felt for human woe, The dauntless heart that fear'd nohuman pride; The friend of man-to vice alone a foe; For "ev'n