Excerpt from Poems: Tales O' Our TownBut the Bailie beat his bony breast, An' cried, Waes me, for I canna rest Until my sins I hae ainee confessed To the man should first say a 'guid save, ' Aboon my grass-grown, lanely grave. (the pedlar had seen the thristles wave.) An' nane hae come, an' nane hae pray'n, Thro' a' the years that my banes hae Iain Whan my frien's had gotten my gowd an' a', They thocht nae mair o' auld Bailie Braw, Nor spar'd our Holy Kirk mite or dole To sayin' o' masses for my soul. An' I've had a dreary weird to dree, Sae look, an' listen - an' learn 0' me.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work.

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