Poem by Robert Burns

Epitaph on Gabriel Richardson

HERE brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
  And empty are his barrels;
He’s blest, if as he brewed he drink,-
  This man of honest morals!

1. Blythe Was She
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Gala Water

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