ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX_POEMS AND SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS

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ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF ROBERT RUISSEAUX〖Ruisseaux is French for rivulets or “burns,” a translation of his name.〗

NOW Robin lies in his last lair,

He'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair;

Cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,

  Nae mair shall fear him;

Nor anxious fear, nor cankert care,

  E'er mair come near him.

To tell the truth, they seldom fash'd him,

Except the moment that they crush'd him;

For sune as chance or fate had hush'd 'em

  Tho' e'er sae short.

Then wi' a rhyme or sang he lash'd 'em,

  And thought it sport.

Tho'he was bred to kintra-wark,

And counted was baith wight and stark,

Yet that was never Robin's mark

  To mak a man;

But tell him, he was learn'd and clark,

  Ye roos'd him then!

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