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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

66 . Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux

NOW Robin 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

Tho’ e’er sae short.

Then wi’ a rhyme or sang he lash’d ’em,

And thought it sport.

Tho’he was bred to kintra-wark,

And counted was baith wight and stark,

Yet that was never Robin’s mark

To mak a man;

But tell him, he was learn’d and clark,

Ye roos’d him then!