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Edinburghs.h.i.+re.
EDINBURGH.
Here lie I, Martin Eldinbrode, Ha' mercy on my soul, Loord G.o.de; As I would do, were I Lord G.o.de, And thou wert Martin Eldinbrode.
John McPherson Was a wonderful person, He was six feet two Without his shoe, And he was slew At Waterloo.
Here lies Donald and his wife Janet Mac Fee, Aged Forty hee, Aged thirty shee.
Here lieth the limbs of a lang devil, Wha! in his time has done much evil, And oft the ale wybes he opprest, And blest be G.o.d he's gone to rest.
John Carnagie lies here, Descended of Adam and Eve, If any can gang higher He willingly gives him leave.
This epitaph is undoubtedly that from which Prior borrowed those beautiful and well-known lines he once intended for his own monument.
Wha lies here?
I Johnny Dow.
Hoo! Johnny, is that you?
Ay, man, but a'm dead now.
Fifes.h.i.+re.
TORRYBURN.
On a drunken Cobbler.
Enclosed within this narrow stall Lies one who was a friend to _awl_.
He saved bad _soles_ from getting worse, But d.a.m.ned his own without remorse.
And tho' a drunken life he pa.s.sed, Yet saved his _soul_ by _mending at the last_.
Forfars.h.i.+re.
CUPAR.
William Rymour.
Through Christ, T'me not inferiour To William the Conqueror.-Rom. 8, 37. (! !)
DUNDEE.
Walter Coupar, Tailor.
Kynd commorads! here Coupar's corpse is laid, Walter by name, and Tayleour to his trade, Both kind and true, and stout and honest-hearted, Condole with me that he so soon departed.
For, Tavou, he never weyl'd and sheer Had better parts, nor he that's bur'yd here.
DUNDEE.
Three Scottish worthies were once appointed to compose an Epitaph on a departed Provost: subjoined are the productions of two of them, which were supposed to have been the means of killing the third candidate in a fit of laughter.
Here lies the Provost of Dundee, Here lies him, here lies he.
Hi-diddle-dum, Hi-diddle-dee, A, B, C, D, E, F, G.
Here lies the body of John Watson, Read this not with your hats on, For why-he was Provost of Dundee, Hallelujah, Hallelujee.
MONTROSE.
Here lyes the bodeys of George Young and Isbel Guthrie, and all their posterity for fifty years backwards.
November 1757.
Haddingtons.h.i.+re.
PRESTONPANS.