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Epitaph
They
delv'd a saft hole
For Johnnie McNeel:
He aye had been droll
But folk likit him weel.
The
bell gied a toll;
And Mess John in his goun
Spak guid-words for the soul
As Johnnie gaed doun.
On
a wee, mossy-knoll,
That's green a' the year,
A stane-letter'd scroll
Tells Johnnie liggs there.
Nae
lang rigmarole;
Juist-Johnnie McNeel
Was aye a bit droll
But folk likit him weel.
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