 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
ON A CRABBED OLD MAID.
Here slaethorn Mary's hurcheon boukResigns its fretful bristles:
And is she dead? No—reader, look,
Her grave 's o'ergrown wi' thistles.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |
Resigns its fretful bristles:
And is she dead? No—reader, look,
Her grave 's o'ergrown wi' thistles.