Elegy On Captain Matthew Henderson
elegy on captain matthew henderson
a gentleman who held the patent for his honours immediately from almighty god.
should the poor be fttered?—shakespeare.
o death! thou tyrant fell and bloody!
the meikle devil wi' a woodie
haurl thee hame to his bck smiddie,
o'er hur hides,
and like stock-fish e o'er his studdie
wi' thy auld sides!
he's gane, he's gane! he's frae us torn,
the ae best fellow e'er was born!
thee, matthew, nature's sel' shall mourn,
by wood and wild,
where haply, pity strays forlorn,
frae
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