Robert Burns
Ayrshire / Scotland
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Epitaph On Holy Willie

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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
His saul has ta'en some other way,
I fear, the left-hand road.

Stop! there he is, as sur's a gun,
Poor, silly body, see him;
Nae wonder he's as black's the grun,
Observe wha's standing wi' him.
Your brunstane devilship, I see,
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Ian Fraser 14 January 2011
Should be read together with Burn's other 'Holy Willie' poems.
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