epitaph on holy willie

here holy willie's sair worn clay

taks up its last abode;

his saul has ta'en some other way,

i fear, the left-hand road.

stop! there he is, as sure's a gun,

poor, silly body, see him;

nae wonder he's as black's the grun,

observe wha's standing wi' him.

your brunstane devilship, i see,

has got him there before ye;