A collection of scots poems on several occasions by the late Mr. Alexander Pennecuik, Gent. And Others |
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On GEORGE FAICHNEY. |
 | A collection of scots poems on several occasions |  |
On GEORGE FAICHNEY.
Beneath this turff lies Geordie Faichney,A gamester and the devil's haickney;
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Prentice boys and senseless lairds.
Blyth was he when he drew his breath,
And dy'd a right gay dancing death;
Because one day he got his draught in,
And burnt the flesh of James M'Naughton,
Now Satan's got him by the limb,
To do the very same to him:
Glad was old Nick, when he got him,
Haul'd to his pit that wants the bottom;
Whisper'd to him in his ear,
My ain Geordie, welcome here.
| A collection of scots poems on several occasions | |