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Elegy On The Death Of Robert Ruisseaux

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NOW Robin 1 lies in his last lair,
He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair;
Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,
Nae mair shall fear him;
Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care,
E'er mair come near him.


To tell the truth, they seldom fash'd him,
Except the moment that they crush'd him;

For sune as chance or fate had hush'd 'em
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Israj Ali 18 February 2018

Tho'he was bred to kintra-wark, And counted was baith wight and stark, Yet that was never Robin's mark- - Sad tale well described- - - 10

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