epitaph on holy willie（1/1）

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;

but haud your nine-tail cat a wee,

till ance you've heard my story.

your pity i will not implore,

for pity ye have nane;

justice, alas! has gi'en him o'er,

and mercy's day is gane.

but hear me, sir, deil as ye are,

look something to your credit;

a coof like him wad stain your name,

if it were kent ye did it.