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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell

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Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a miscreant slave, That the worms ev’n damn’d him when laid in his grave; “In his flesh there’s a famine,” a starved reptile cries, “And his heart is rank poison!” another replies.

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