epitaph on holy willie
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 sure'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,
has got him there before ye;