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ELEGY
on
JAMIE GEMMILL
Knichts of the thumle far an’ near,
Unto my tale pray lend an’ ear,
It frae your e’e will draw the tear
Wi’ muckle speed,
As soon the waefu' tale ye hear
That Jamie’s dead.
O reader, cam he e’er to thee,
An’ winkin’ at you wi’ his e'e,
Saying will tu gie me a bawbee
To get a glass;
For whilk ye wad in a moment see
Him on his arse.
