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Hughie's Monument.
“Non omnis moriar.”
—Car. iii. 30.
—Car. iii. 30.
In vain the future snaps his fangs;
The tyke may rage, he canna wrang's;
I put my hand upon my sangs
Without a swither;
To me this monument belangs,
I need nae ither!
The tyke may rage, he canna wrang's;
I put my hand upon my sangs
Without a swither;
To me this monument belangs,
I need nae ither!
It's no' in granite to endoor;
Sandstane comes ripplin' doun like stoor;
Marble, it canna stand the shoo'r,
It lasts nae time:
There's naething yet has half the poo'r
O' silly rhyme.
Sandstane comes ripplin' doun like stoor;
Marble, it canna stand the shoo'r,
It lasts nae time:
There's naething yet has half the poo'r
O' silly rhyme.
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The pyramids hae tint their tale,
It's lang since they begoud to fail,—
They're either murlin' doun to meal
Or fog-enwrappit;
While Horace at this hour's as hale
As e'er he stappit!
It's lang since they begoud to fail,—
They're either murlin' doun to meal
Or fog-enwrappit;
While Horace at this hour's as hale
As e'er he stappit!
Sae I may say 't without a lee
I dinna a'thegither dee;
Therefore forbear to greet for me
When I'm awa';
And keep a dry, a drouthy ee,
I charge ye a'.
I dinna a'thegither dee;
Therefore forbear to greet for me
When I'm awa';
And keep a dry, a drouthy ee,
I charge ye a'.
When at my door the hearse draws up,
And Kate hands roun' the dirgy-cup,
Nae friend o' mine will tak' a sup
For that the less,
But calmly wi' a sober grup
Cowp owre his gless.
And Kate hands roun' the dirgy-cup,
Nae friend o' mine will tak' a sup
For that the less,
But calmly wi' a sober grup
Cowp owre his gless.
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The better part o' me remains!
Where Allan water weets the plains,
An' Devon, crystal but for rains,
Gangs wandering wide,
Lang after me ye'll hear my strains
On Ochilside.
Where Allan water weets the plains,
An' Devon, crystal but for rains,
Gangs wandering wide,
Lang after me ye'll hear my strains
On Ochilside.
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