English poem

On John Dove, Innkeeper, Mauchline.

Here lies Johnny Pidgeon; What was his religion? Wha e'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane! Strong ale was ablution— Small beer, persecution, A dram was MEMENTO MORI: But a full flowing bowl Was the saving his soul, And port was celestial glory.

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On Elphinston's Translations. Of Martial's Epigrams.
On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams
On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood
On John Bushby.
On Miss Jean Scott.
On Miss Jessy Lewars.
On R.A., Esq.
On Reading In A Newspaper The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq. Brother To A Young Lady, A Particular Friend Of The Author's.

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