Epitaph

They delv'd a saft hole
For Johnnie McNeel:
He aye had been droll
But folk likit him weel.

The bell gied a toll;
And Mess John in his goun
Spak guid-words for the soul
As Johnnie gaed doun.

On a wee, mossy-knoll,
That's green a' the year,
A stane-letter'd scroll
Tells Johnnie liggs there.

Nae lang rigmarole;
Juist-Johnnie McNeel
Was aye a bit droll
But folk likit him weel.

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